Home,
That word sounds beautiful,
Home,
So many memories,
I miss it,
But it awaits me,
The demons hiding with the walls call to me,
Waiting for my return,
My home may not be amazing,
With its cracked walls,
The smell of cigarettes dance around you,
Yelling,
Then hidden tears,
My home isn't great,
I cry in my room alone with only my demons,
But my home will always be filled with the cutting word's,
But I know I can run there to hid from the coldness of the world,
I can sit alone with my four walls standing firm to keep out the monsters,
But keep me locked on with the demons in my head
YOU ARE READING
The Struggles in Life
PoetryMy book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants
