I've never really felt at home.
By definition a true home means an enjoyable, happy place where you laugh without a care in the world. Feel free, hang your worries up to dry, not needing them at that second.
Release the pressure of the outside world.
It's somewhere where you are loved, respected, and cared for. When you look at it from the outside, home is just a house. A building. Maybe a yard.
I don't have that. I have a place to avoid after school ends. A place where after a day out with my friends I regret going back to.
Sure I flash a smile from time to time, but is it real.
Apart from drowning the world out with music all I do is stay in my room. I get told my life is sad. By my own family. I need somewhere to feel safe, somewhere I can look forward to going after a long day, somewhere where I feel my presence is wanted. Everyone deserves that. Dont they?
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The Fine Art Of Giving Up
PoetryI guess this is just me fucking around and writing whatever pops to mind. Feel free to ignore this it's mainly for my benefit 🤠
