Meant to serve as a home,
A place that would make me happy and joyful,
A place where I could unwind from reality.Soon became my undoing,
As somewhere along the line,
It ceased to be a home,
And it turned into a house,
Devoid of any feelings of happiness or joy,
Just a place where I slept, ate and bathe.And then that house,
Gradually transformed into a prison,
Entrapped by my own mind,
The walls stared back at me,
I slowly began to go crazy,
Losing my mind in this once beautiful home.I wanted to escape,
To move elsewhere,
To have a fresh start,
Create a new home,
But the house held all my secrets,
All my deeds,
I was trapped.Never being able to escape...
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Apart Of Me [Poetry]
Poetry𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒈𝒆. 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆.