Could it be the result Of being broken and fixed Countless times By love?
Could it be the result Of the violent content I exposed myself to?
Could it be the result Of me Not hugging my parents In over 10 years?
Or could it be because of that night?
The one where i heard odd noises Coming from the darkness nextdoor That sounded like muffled screams When my dog woke me up Five times Throughout the night But I wrote it off And woke up the next morning To blue and red lights Flashing through my curtains To hear what had happened They tied him up Used his own hammer And bashed his skull in Covered the room In shades Of burgundy, red, pink and white A marvelous painting Couldn't be seen in the dark. They bit her finger off when She Didn't want to give them Her Ring Waterfalls of blood Silently rushing out They left her for dead.
Going to school that day Explaining to my teacher why I was upset She cried.