I hate this house

Down East Santa Fe

It’s a personal Hell

That burns me each day

I hate this house

On the far side of town

It used to raise my spirits

But now slays them down

I hate this house

And all of its holes

Made from large fists

Bloodily beating our souls

I hate this house

And the people inside

They don’t care that I'm breaking

That I’ve already died

I hate this house

That is now my bane

I always leave broken

And wearing new pain

I hate this house

Yet I will never tell

The people I know

About this home I call Hell

I won’t ever tell them

About my missing mother

They don’t see her absence

My sisters and brothers

I won’t ever tell them

How my siblings are callous

The brothers leave blisters

The sisters full of malice

I won’t ever speak

Of the harm I endure

It’s all in my mind

And I can’t find a cure

I won’t ever say

That they’re my escape

These people I know

Slowly healing each scrape

No one will ever know

Of the hellish house I hate

Down East Santa Fe

That took control of my fate