At the end of the day,
Everyone goes home.
Everyone except me.
I go to a house.
A house echoing with screaming
Arguing
Shouting.
A house filled with fighting
Neglection
Abuse.
Other people go home.
But I go to a house.
A house that I wish I could call home
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The Words That Can't Be Spoken // Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I write! I will take suggestions on poems so comment down below if you want one about a topic you have picked :) The poems aren't in a specific order, or tell a story but there may be part 2 ext. to certain poems! ...
