Words of Sorrow and Joy

Home

I just wanna be out of here.
I have such bad memories
I'm tired of my bedroom.
The floor that I sat down and bled on from my self harm cuts.
The pillows that absorbed all my tears.
The blanket that hugged me and comforted me when I was down.
The four walls that never let me breathe and just trapped me inside.
This isn't my definition of home.
You are.
My home is wherever you are.

- starz.writes