I never want to go
home again,
with its crowded rooms,
and endless stacked boxes.

Where its always cold,
or too warm.
With the kitchen
that's never clean
no matter how
hard you scrub it.

I never want to go
home again,
where my parents are,
with their fake smiles
and fake attitudes.

This house
knows no love,
between the parents
and the kids.

I never want to go
home again,
where anger is built up
until it exploads.

Where endless arguments
always take place.
A place where I learned
that my parent's don't care.

I never want to go
home again,
where the walls
close in on me,
forming my personal hell.

Where my room is,
in which, during countless nights
I have cried myself to sleep;
or spend time sleepless
listening to my parents arguments.

I never want to go
home again,
where obsession for control
is all my parents
care about.

Where I lay awake,
hearing my parents
whispering together
when they think I'm asleep.

I never want to go
home again,
where I pondered
commiting suicide.

Where I spend days
feeling like a stray dog,
with no place where
I truly belong.

I never want to go
home again,
where I just want
to scream.

Where most of my scars
come from,
where they're never
there for me.

I never want to go
home again,
where I keep facing
cold eyes and cruel words.

Where hate was born,
so strong
it kills me slowly
from the inside.

I never want to go
home again,
because I can no longer
call it home,
without lying.