What really is the definition of home?
Not where you are from but where you are wanted.
Where your supposed family is,
Where you can speak your mind even when your voice is shaking.
When you are unable to form a word, they will sit there for hours.
Hold you through uncontrollable weeps.
They hear you, feel you and are patient.
None of your scars nor demons can scare them away.
They're your family after all, what you call a home.
Tell them your soul is bothered and they rest of the world cease to exist as they try to help, no matter how big the problem is.
"No rush my dear," they will whisper.
"Everything will be alright, I'm here."
-family isn't blood
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
