The Broken Girl

welcome to my broken home, There’s nobody here I’m all alone. The walls they scream of things once said. They constantly echo in my head.The door infront it never closes as people never stay, The hatred and guilt alwasy drives them away. So welcome to my broken home I dont have anything to offer you.

No love, no face I’m out of place and there’s not much I can do. I sit here and do nothing at all, But stare at these empty walls It portrays the life of hurt and hate, My destiny , my anguish, my solitaire fate.

It’s like a projection screen playing a never ending show, It’s lke it’s in slow motion, so painfully slow.

So run now from my broken home, keep the door open as you leave, Because being trapped in here I still need air to breath.

Tell now about my broken home of all things heard and said, Because even as a women that house still lives in my head.

That little girl trapped inside well that little girl is me, Even thoought I’m older now the horrible things won’t leave me.