The broken home on this street
Haunts me
It always hurts to see
For this is where I began to bleed

Never did I understand
Why it happens
The Horrid nights
The infinite cries
With no end in sight
The heavy touch
The rose stained floors

Never have I felt
Such emotional pain
That brought along physical torture
Asking myself why
Without Reason
Without feeling

A foul scent
That permeates the air
Revisiting a familiar scene
To shame a life
Removing their only seed
Never been fed
Disposed by loved ones
Left for dead

Time and life may continue
But I will always remember
For this round scar
Still burns