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