Home
Home
Your safe place
Your comfort place
The place where you’re loved
The place you can cry
The place you can rest
Home is all of these things
For a normal person that is
But I
I am not a normal person
Home for me is
Pain
Sorrow
Depression
It’s hiding behind a door
Hiding in a room
With walls too thin
Hearing the voices
The ones that used to soothe me to sleep
Are now just angry noises
Constantly growing louder
For me home is a nightmare
It’s where my worst fears live
Where they walk the halls
Where they can torture me
They torture me in that room
I can’t even get away from them when I leave
They live in my phone
They live in the fear of looking at the screen
They live in the fear of getting in my car
And they live in the fear of never being free
Copyright © Shyla Contreras | Year Posted 2015
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