Introduction

They say home's were the heart is, but isn't your heart supposed to be happy? Every night I lay in bed to hear the lies of dad; the cries of mom. The yelling of both. I hate looking in the mirror, because I only see the bruises daddy leaves. Other then that life's not always bad. Sometimes we have our laughs and share our memories. Then again we all have our secrets. We're just a little bit broken I guess.