Home isnt the same for everyone
I hide in my room from the bull this house draws in, and puts out through the people inside. I miss the happiness this house had. I miss feelings welcome, and loved in this house... Its not home anymore.
1. A place filled with people you love, and who love you.
2.A place you feel safe
Home is where you go when youre having a bad day and you want to relax, let out all you've been supressing throughout the day.
People may ask, "Why do you supress? Why not be yourself?"
You ask that until i start getting comfortable and start showing who i am just for you to tell me im ed in the head, and you board up my walls yourself...
I fear coming "home". Everyone who fears going to the place everyone in their family calls home, has their own reasons.. Whether it be abuse, harrasment, sexually, or other things. If they fear something in their house its not something small.
No ones problems are too small.. It may be small to others, but to that person its bigger than you might think.
Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2020
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