Rain Clouds

I had a broken home,

Rain clouds for a roof.

Our walls were built of needles,

Meth mixed lies were used as glue.

The floors were soaked with tears,

And screams bounced off the walls.

My home drown me in vodka,

Over and over to watch me fall.

The rain clouds filled my lungs with smoke,

Pouring truths that wouldn't be spoke.

Whiskey, Jack, all kinds of drinks,

Shattered glass would fill our sinks.

It's eye-opening the things you wouldn't know,

Go on inside a persons home.