house

4 0 0
                                    

voices echo in this home
i hear it all
footsteps and phone calls
arguments and silence
tape covers my mouth
hands on my ears
incomplete knowledge eats away
nicer to know what is real
but far too afraid to speak
i dont know why i despise it
when ive long known the poison here
but one truth will always remain
i feel so lonely in this place

patchwork childWhere stories live. Discover now