• My home is hell to me.

    Coming home to the yelling a crying can be bit of a drag.
    It's like chaos the slamming of the glass door coming in an out of the house.
    Trying to relax flopping down on the couch the day never ends.
    This place is just hell to me.

    I hear a shout coming from the hallway. Rolling my eyes a plain fly’s over the house
    the buzzing is annoying. My head is pounding like crazy I can feel
    humming birds hitting the inside of my head.
    Slipping an aspirin in my mouth the taste is all chalky and awful.

    It goes down fast with a cold sip of water the chalky aspirin is down my throat.
    Kids are still yelling and so is mother. There’s not much I can do to make this chaos
    disapper.Tears running down my face like a waterfall.
    This hell is something that goes on for days.

    Kids complying mother on the computer in her room ignoring all her children. Not much
    I can do to make this all stop. Each day I hope that the annoying noises will go away.
    The sounds never end until the sun has set and the moon has come out to play.
    Everyone is in their own rooms televisions are on and the volume is down low.



    The day starts all over again going to school.
    Then back to this place some people might call heaven an some might call hell.
    I'm one that calls my home hell. The fuss is just too much to handle.
    be a dear to them and make them happy. My home makes me upset do to yelling a screaming.