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A Place Called home

A wise man once said aloud, "HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS." But see for me I rejected the statment because home is where the pain lives, home is where the hate is, where days spent were among abuse and sexual actions never mentioned.
But see my "home" was in hell, id get home and lay down and wish I was never there.
See this term love ive heard everyday, the way you say it when you grunt and sweat falls in the center of my eyes like a silent gunshot. "Bang" im gone.
Saddley it repeats, night after night relizing that this isnt some sick nightmare. But this is whats called "home" not even to scream alloud or to speak out because every night death manages to creep through the crack of my door at the last hours of night, successfully lusting until a new day begans to peak. Inoccence you say, what was is no longer inocent. See I was sweapt clean of my childhood. I was an adult. But wait how I would ask im only 10 years old. Three more years it raged on until I lost my heart, see one night death peaked in and reaked of lustful filth. But see I no longer feared death because I no longer felt home see to me home is where the heart is and my heart is within me and for me I am my own home. Lookig death in the eyes, he soon became inraged swing after swing, thrust after thrust, drip after drip. Endless pain. Bloody sheets loss dignity. My self respect level was snatched out of my once inocent little hands. But I am here. I am a walking testomony. What youve been through is what you become, but see what youve been through is no excuse, you create who you become wrather its for better or for worse. But dont make the same mistake I did and continue living in your Silent Screams, Because home is where the heart is and your heart lies within you......Now ive learned I am home