I know of no such place.
Home is what you make it. If you, in fact have a home. Home is grandma's and grandpa's. Home is family. Home is usually where we grow up. Home is with parents. Mom, dad, siblings and let's that's what I always wanted myself. she was just never a home to my sons. I don't even have a home.
Why are you my mother ?Why do I feel so uncomfortable here? You speak out of turn most of the time. You're a very abusive person.
You don't think it's important someone is stressing over the drama. I feel like you don't care who gets hurt as long as your ass isn't in the hot seat. Whoever is the reciprocant of your inflicting emotional and mental abuse ( usually my BROTHER), but mostly me.
I am not interested in What any other person has or hasn't got to say about anything to do with me. Or me& you.
You are not that simple in your mind and don't understand when you discuss me,and my business to everybody, you are showing wekness. Don't let people think we are weak. But you want them to get excited and react.
I'm sitting in your home
It feels really cold and alone
Is there any life here
I would not feel so secure
I feel sad and afraid to speak
My heart feels incomplete
How can I feel so beat.
But just remember there is no blame
Children live what they become
Wouldn't it be the parents to blame?
That's all I do is live with shame
Why are you so angry at me
When you know we will never agree
We never have and obvious we never will
So why let it dictate how you feel.
