Raindrops...

Raindrops on roses 
and blood stains on linens 
Powder white skin 
Where scars are kept hidden 
Meals left on tables 
And cries left unseen 
These are a few of our terrible things 

When a car comes 
Or the rain falls 
When I'm all alone
I turn to one of these terrible things
And I don't feel as alone 

When someone yells 
You ignore me 
When no one is home 
I look to one of these terrible things 
It makes me feel right at home