Spencer's Poems™

Home

Quiet,

The only time I could relax was the quiet night,

stuffed in my room; Suffocating in my thoughts. 

Things in my head told me to run, told me to hide,

told me to die.

So home I'd leave from time to time.

But when I return, I wanna scream, and cry, and fly away 

to the only person who makes me feel safe.

Cause "home"

 isn't really home.