My house was like a prison
But a freeway at the same time
It was a place that i could sit in
Without having to smile
But it was also a place of heartbreak
A place where only pain occurred
A place where i could hear insulting
From behind my door
My favorite room was the toilet
Where I could sit and cry
And the best part was no one
Would question why...
A/N: HEY GUYS THIS POEM WAS INSPIRED BY MY HOUSE...
YOU ARE READING
'Im fine' /depression stories/
PoetryLife is hard huh.... You never saw this coming did you...you deserve it...thats why you put on that fake smile
