Home

Home feels like no where. I feel this, because you're never there. A little girl, a tiny past. I grew up too fast. I erased the good, kept the bad. Threw the glee, and held the sad. Did it to myself, this I know. The highest of the low. I came from an unhappy home. Feeling, since realization, that I was alone. Seconds away from giving in. But to complain, where to begin. I cry these tears, no one sees. Echoing my plea to the deadened trees. Offering no help, no advice. No drugs, no alcohol, not one vise. Home felt like no where, to this day. But yet, here I sit, typing away. I could go and get out of here. But the outside world is too much of my own fear. I am not the kind to welcome new places. Not the kind of girl to welcome new faces. I keep my head high, for everyone. But inside, my soul is totaled and done.