Broken Household (part 1)

This world is cold,
My heart is black.
In this broken household,
It's love we lack.

The true act of love,
Of nurturing and care.
The special bond of family,
That is 'always there'.

But imagine please,
If all this was wrong.
Where the downfall of one,
Kept another going strong.

Where things are taken for granted,
Privileges taken away.
Misery, pain and torture introduced,
And strongly intend to stay.

When self-inflicted slits,
Of an over-used knife.
Becomes the only savior,
Of this girls young life.

When you turn to alcohol and pills,
Every single night.
Because you can't come to terms,
That nothing will ever be alright.

When happiness should be spread,
But only tears are left to show.
You think it becomes impossible,
To be anything other than low.

When you can't fall asleep,
Tears of red and black are shed.
You wish it would all end,
Stop these thoughts inside your head.

There comes a point,
Where love doesn't seem to exist.
It starts to show on my wrists,
And the over-used fists.

This broken household,
Will never ever mend.
Yet i have learned,
It doesn't have to be the end.

*thinking f doing a part 2..as to why it doesn't have to be the end..

*please comment and rate on this one...would mean a lot..