Home.

Cracking to peaces,
we're splitting apart,
not the best Family,
in America's history.

Nightmares show up,
and it's too hard to sleep.
Pictures of future,
a split family.
No longer talking,
this cant be my fault.

We never spoke,
except when you yelled.
Fearing the day,
you'll finaly break.

Screaming and tears.
Too many people.
Too many times.
Too much to bear,
I hate living there,
you cant change my mind.

Never happy at home.
Why'd this happen this way?
I cant stand the yelling,
I'm too stubborn to cry,
but i cant take it.
This glitched family.

Wanting to leave,
maybe go to Grandmas,
just to get away from it all.