Once I sat upon a porch, writing by only light of torch.
Then from inside the house I hear, the things that I most hate and fear.
Dishes breaking like my heart, the dishes breaking and falling apart.
I clutch at words concerning what I hold dear,
As well as things I come to fear.
The words that spill from within my mind,
Speak of things in my home I find.

Rated Teen for : brief mention of suicide.