Bloodstains

Raised on shouting matches, silence was the prize,

Love came with conditions, wrapped in crooked lies.

Every hug was hollow, every smile a mask,

I was just a burden you never thought to ask.

You call this family, I call it chains,

A legacy of anger running through my veins.

Bloodstains on the floor where the truth got spilled,

You broke me down just to call it “build.”

Ties don’t mean love when they cut like knives,

Family’s the prison I barely survived.

Your words were weapons, I learned to bleed in silence,

Every scar a souvenir of your twisted violence.

Home was just a battlefield, never a place to heal,

You taught me pain was normal, that love ain’t real.

You dressed up cruelty, called it care,

But poison still poisons, no matter where.

Bloodstains on the floor where the truth got spilled,

You broke me down just to call it “build.”

Ties don’t mean love when they cut like knives,

Family’s the prison I barely survived.

I’m done carrying your ghosts in my chest,

I’ll burn the house down, lay it to rest.

You can keep your name, I’ll take my rage,

And tear these bars from this rotten cage.

Bloodstains on the floor, but I’ve walked away,

Your chains can’t hold me, not one more day.

Family’s not love, it’s just what you gave,

But I’m still alive, and I won’t be your grave.