Heartache Museum

She sits in the corner of a roach filled room Her mother is nowhere in sight She writes her pain with pen and paper Trying to break free of the night The pen and paper, her only friends A refuge from the fear inside The tear stained paper tells of her sorrow And the pain she can no longer hide She writes of a father she's never known The hero, she carries in her heart Gone on to Heaven, when she was only three Ripping her whole world apart Her mother now forced to work two jobs But still they barely survive When she writes with her heart in her lonely corner That's the only time she feels alive And whenever her poems are finished She tapes them on all of the walls They decorate the kitchen and bathroom And all the way down the halls This paper and ink is her unseen soul She hangs them so everyone can see them Her walls now tell this little girl's story It's become her heartache museum