Home


I miss my home.

The place I loved the most.
The place where I lived,
Where I would die.

I had a life
With a family that loved me,
And friends that cared about me.

I was safe,

Loved. . . .

Now I am forgotten
And I'm running away
With pain and tears

To nowhere. . . .

I am no longer alive--
Yet I am living
In hatred and severe agony.

Screw the sympathy!

I miss home.

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