On the floorboards In the kitchen One evening in the fall Is where it all began to go wrong
As I stood there washing dishes Beside me, he droned on Each word, he nailed into me Punctured deep into my skin So forever and always They would be lodged within
Water kept on flowing From the facet Drip, drip, drip It wasn't until later That the tears began to slip
A stranger came by after Say hello, I did not do And with that decision More words were told anew
This time it was the father Nailing words into my skin Disrespectful, ungrateful Might be packing up real soon
And so came the nights Restless, tossing, turning Scrolling through Nearby homeless shelters In case I got the boot
And even as the days passed by And the days turned into months I could never repair The broken shards of my trust
So, even though I still live here It will never be my home When I still have to do dishes In the room Where it all began to go wrong
This has been sitting in my drafts folder for months and I finally decided to post it..