music was a distraction
back when my parents fought
dad wasnt around
and the house wasnt a homei thought my band director cared
more than my own blood
i found shelter in that room
even if the floor was disgustingthe ac doesnt work
the door to our closet it broken
there is stains on the walls
but i love it all the sameband gave me a reason to live
and now it's giving me too many to die
i cant be around those people
even if it means leaving homeso ill pack my things
and ill cry over not being able to go in there
itll change my life
but it needs to be donegoodbye home
i thank you for the love i found
even the pain
but I need to leave
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.