I live in a house with
doors and windows
Its not exactly the best place
It has walls
Not love
It has those soft muffles after crying
Stained red eyes
But no one to care to listen what happened
Its hard to have a normal conversation in this house
Every conversation turns in big fights
No one to console
It became worse than before
The nagging were more hurtful now
I started to care
when i told myself it'll hurt me more
And it did
They don't know
their daughter is the most happiest
when she is far away from this so called home