Home is a feeling
Isn't that right?
But if it's a feeling
Then I could live on the streets
Because home is a place
Where you feel safe
But if you have no safe space
Where do you go?
Because the world is too big to go out alone
But the house is too dark to call it a home
When Screams lace the walls
and blood stains the carpets
What about this place
Is something you'd call home?
When the voice of the one you fear
Is all you can listen to when you're shaking and gone
When the word of love
Strikes fear into your heart once made of glass, and not stone
The abusive scars crisscross your arms
Your thighs, and heart, all torn apart
Nothing black or blue for anyone to see
But the on the inside you're bruised beyond belief
Physical isn't all there is
But feelings are what stays true
Home is a feeling, yeah
But it's a place too
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Poetry
Poetry:TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide/abuse/harm/depression/anxiety These are poems that release some internal emotions I've been feeling. Some of them may be exaggerated or made up as to represent how I'm feeling. Hope you enjoy!
