Book of Relief.

A Place Called Home

I don't wish to be here
I wish to be alone
I have nowhere else to go
Except for a place I call home

A place I call home
Is a place where you can find my hope
It's been existing since forever ago
This being my way of how to cope

My way of how to cope
Will stay only in that abode
To a place I call home
Where many things are stole

In a place I call home
There belong several rooms to roam
In the bathroom could be found a comb
And emotions that were once succumb

In a place I call home
There drifts the sounds
Of humming and moans
And faces full of smiles hiding internal frowns

In a place I call home
Is the same place I had lost all of my hope
All I could ever do as I eventually grew
Every day, I'd often mope

In this place I had once called home
You'd be in disbelief from this grip of reality
I must say, things are much easier to deal with
In this warped fallacy of reality
I had created as means of escape...
From a place called home.