Family Values

I listened on the phone that day,
It was raining and cold,
With each word they say,
This was getting old.

"We don't like you,
Running around again,
Each time you do,
It's just like then."

I'd clench my fist,
Trying not to chew my lip,
Fighting to make that list,
Holding back the urge to flip.

Broken glass on the floor,
Bloody hands that I kissed,
Slamming each and every door,
Be glad that I just missed.

Walls with more than one hole,
Tears stream down my face,
I'm not easy to console,
When my heart does race.

The urge to run,
Fear shows in my eyes,
But each time they say I'm done,
I'm just aiming for a bigger prize.

Tell me to move on again,
We'll see how much you take,
Counting once more from one to ten,
I'll keep on walking past for your sake.

Don't tell me you love me,
Those words are meaningless trash,
Because each one before you can't see,
That I don't need another server crash.

Look into my soul,
Can't you see it yet?
I'm not some petty goal,
Or one to win over for a bet.

Scars ring each arm,
Memories echo the past,
Is there some magic charm,
To make this life over at last?

A heart covered in thorn,
As blood covers the floor,
But I don't sit and mourn,
Their wounds make me sore.

Each one left some mark,
Upon the slowly shielded heart,
Some kind of bright spark,
That was the start.

Now I suffer in the cold,
Existing just another day,
But with it I'm getting old,
Listening to the dark words they say.