Homelife

Why do they say
That they understand
They've been through it all before
When they havn't?

And even if they did,
Then why do they torture me?
Do they want me to fell the pain
That they themselves went through?

Or is it just that I'm
A weak, little girl,
Who's extremely vulnerable
To their physical and mental abuse?

Either way,
I've had enough.
I can't take this for much longer
It's killing me inside.

For me my pain, my life,
Is just a bottomless pit,
And if there is no bottom,
Then where is the end?

Is it just too much to ask,
For a less painful path in life?
I suppose it could get worse than this,
But it could also get better.

Locking myself away in the darkness,
Isolating myself from the world.
As there's not many who I talk to
My voice will soon become mute.

But so long as I have the memories
Of that time long ago,
The happiness emitting from them,
Makes a bit of the hurt go away.

That I can live with.
And I can live with a thought
Of those who I care for closely,
I will be able to visit soon.