I have to sleep outside now.
I have to sleep outside now as my house keeps shouting.
"Who are you?" it mocks and leaves me doubting.
It shows me the mistakes i've made again, and again.
The images and noise wash away in the rain.
I'm getting cold now but hopefully the numbing,
Will keep my domicile at bay and the bad thoughts from coming.
My family act worried but they're still in there!
I'd like to believe them but why would they care.
The house whispers now as some snow starts to fall.
"who are you? What are you? ...you're nothing at all."