A Failed Home
It was never meant to be healthy;
this
this wasn’t about wellness.
I never cared about self-betterment;
still don’t
never will.
You never understood what you were;
an escape
a magical wonderland.
You tried to fix me;
rebuild me
why?
Now you leave me incomplete;
mess of scattered puzzle pieces
where should I go now?
who should I turn to now?
what happened to your promises?
to fix me?
to help me?
to be with me?
to be
i think i’ll wait.
to be
for you.
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