By: Piper Lindsey

But mine story is especially different and this is how my story

Unfolds

Walking down the dark hallway

Wishing your hand wasn’t in mine

The thought of what is about to become

Gives me the feeling to hurl

The tightness of your grip

Brings me out of my wishes

The taste of the warm blood

Filling my mouth

As we lay down having the worst time of our life

This year is going to be the same

No escape

The mask can only do so much protecting us from the sickness

But it can’t hide the anger

Spilling from your body

 

Little kids afraid to step into our yard

Mothers telling them to go no further

You would think it would be a haunted house come to life

A house where happiness didn’t exist

 

The Blizzard that appears on Christmas Eve

Takes everything we once knew and hoped for

 

The smell of cheap tobacco and

A new bottle of alcohol that never seems to end

And the sound of shattering glass

As we try to mend a broken home

 

Letting go of another year

Hoping this year will change

Giving prayers that never seemed to work

So to hear that another year is to come

 

Makes me want to end a life

And the voices that never seem to stop

Echoing in my head to keep silent

“Shut the f*** up”

She screams and cries

As the voices wake up to the sound of slamming screen doors

 

The flash of the light

That comes and goes with each blow

Never knowing if this is the fight that you might lose

 

Being called worthless

Because you tell him no

Being told I’m a lost hope

Because he didn’t stop

Being told I’m trash

Because he didn’t care

 

Now your wishing someone would notice the depression

And the read lines under her long sleeves

The colour of blood staining

The hardwood floor

The house starts to shake

As we tumble down

And the roof is gone

And so are you

 

Maybe our house has come to life after all 

Eating everything and everyone who tries to help

So if I were you just keep on walking

And ignoring the screams

That shines bright when the stars forget to