Empty house
I call home.
A family with
Poker faces on.
Night with no lights
And days that shines black
Days filled with loneliness.
A supposed safe space
Ends up a home with various case.
Peace that I seek for so long,
In what place will I know where it belong.
YOU ARE READING
I'd hate me too
ПоэзияA compilation of poems I've written to express my unspoken blues.
