Word Vomit

why do we stay in bloody broken homes?

and we invite ourselves in broken houses

in empty apartments

and run-down barns

with only the lingering scent of alcohol

wafting around

and we invite ourselves in bloody houses

scattered pieces of abandoned toys

and unused make-up

with only dirt

to nestle on them

and we invite ourselves in in broken houses

that scream of forgotten promises

and unanswered questions

filled with heartbreaking hellos

and silenced goodbyes

and we invite ourselves in bloody houses

-in broken homes

of childhood traumas

we seek to answer

yet we are only left, still asking