i need to stop finding a home in people,
stop being attached to them,
stop clinging onto them for my own comfort
because people leave, they always do,
without an explanation,
without a word,
they leave silently,
making me wonder if they were even there
home,
four walls,
a safe place,
where i feel comfortable
but what am i?
what am i-
without those four walls?
Homeless,
that's what I am
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Tattletale || Poetry
PoetryTattletale// a person, especially a child, who reveals secrets or informs on others should I speak or should I not a million words inside my head yet I cannot voice them out promise me you'll listen and then I'll tell you everything started 01/08...
