Home is supposed to be the place you look forward to
At the end of the day.
Home contains the people and the things you love,
That you can't wait to see
When you get there.
But it's different for her.
Her home is a place that no one wants to go.
They don't want to hear the verbal explosions that reverberate through her
House each night.
They don't want to feel shining glass cutting into their skin as it
Shatters.
It's broken, like every part of her;
It's sharp and painful, like her desire to run.
And she keeps repeating to herself:
They say bad things happen for a reason.
She can't afford to be a child anymore.
But she still finds herself wondering, as every child does.
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing,
Her heart is working but barely beating,
Crushed by years of sorrow and loss
Every day, she asks for answers, but
She realizes this as she's down on her knees:
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in.
And now, as she kneels by herself yet again,
She sees the truth that only she can provide:
I'm falling to pieces.

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