The Battle Field

this place that is suppose to keep me safe is slowly killing me.
wecoem in through doors that you can only pass with a badge or a finger print
we walk into this place we are forced to call home
with jokes and laughter to only be dampened by fear and anger
our home
that is suppose to be safe, clean, and a peaceful enviroment
now has danger chaos and terror plastered all over it
there are cussions thrown all over and klenexes scattered everywere
but this is only the beginning of this madness.
cold shrills rundown my back as the gunshot like door slam rings in my ears
you told me you are sorry
that you wouldnt do this again and yet your in the middle of it all.
cant you see your hurting me
making these dangerous thoughts come again
when i thought i would never see them again
i try to calm myself down with an ice cold shower
to only come out to see the chaos is more intense now
the gunshot door slams shake my whole body
as deadly threats are screamed from the edges of this
battlefield
of our "home". cant you see that you are not olnly killing me but everyone else to
this battle is not just between you guys
everyone else is trying to take shelter from the atom bombs that you throw at them
you think that this terror will only last for one night
you're wrong
this fear will last for weeks to come.
cant you see this mess that you've caused
you are blind to see the gasoline that you are putting on the fire.
you are making me want to do the same things that got me in here
this place is supposse to keep me safe and yet your slowly killing me.