I feel the air getting heavier
I feel the darkness seeping into my veins
I see my home, crumbling down
With me, still inside of it
The dust comes, across my face
The dirt i have been, breathing in
And I want to, escape this hell
Run away, from these gates of pain
And I am running
From this dark cloud
I have been hunted, by the hell hounds
I have come so far
From the prison gates
And I am running now
Cause I am Out Of Breathe
Don't want to do this anymore
Want to stop running from my home
I want some peace for me
Have courage, but no dignity
Want to stop this
But I got no will
Gotta stop paying
My lovers bills
And I want to escape this hell
Run away from the gates of pain
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Hi, everyone. This poem is to acknowledge all the ones out in the world who feel trapped in their own house, but would still miss it very much and cannot imagine anything bad happening it to.
This ones is for those who have conflicting feelings about about their home.

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