Home is where the love is.

Where there used to be laughter
Now only reigns silence
Once there was happily ever after
Stands none of guidance

Hugging myself tightly as I heard those voices
Raised to constant roars and shrieks
Shattered hearts with thrown porcelain cups
After all this, I can only hear weeps

My mother so pristine now covered in bruise
Sweeping the floors filled with shattered glass
A heart barren, she cannot refuse
Her eyes swollen but empty, even as I go to class

When I came home, my father did so too
The smell of liquor and perfume radiates
A cup is then thrown out of the blue
Hitting me in the head, their hate never satiates

They exchanged words as if I was never there
Words of disdain, laced with poison
Daggers towards their hearts, spouting all they can bare
Each letter brandished like a weapon

I'm but a child but already aware
The pool of anguish within them stirred
Knowing that it is going to tear
Each fragile pillar with just their words

A hand rose above my mother
Standing, despite my bleeding head
I faced my self against his stature
To take his blow instead

From stories of his youth, and now this
"You ungrateful child!" He shouted at my lying face
My father's love is that of an abyss
Does my existence still have a place?

Daybreak came, and I never realized
The cold gripped me, waking on the floor
Maybe I'm a daughter they despised
Born into a world where I'm abhorred

Despite it all, I excelled in my studies
To make them proud, to make them see
That with their love, they created something lucky
And everything would be as it should be

But when I came to my crying mother
Saying that I topped the honor rolls
Never did I fell shuttered
As if my life at this point is out of control

She screamed at me with bloodshot eyes
Telling me I'm the cause of all the troubles
All my senses at that point agonize
Even in achievement, my soul continues to struggle

A glimpse of that shining city
Always turns into a nightmare
Grasping to my bone every pity
That I can no longer bear

To why am I born, I ask myself
If my family is this cold
Should I give my farewell?
Or do I continue to hold?

Each step an agony
Every breath labored
Feeling ever closer to my mortality
No longer holding any wager

For a failure like me to exist
Such an achievement holds no place
No longer can I able to resist
To give up this race

Finally letting go of this reality
I cast my final breath
This cloth around my neck draining my vitality
Welcoming the sweet release of death