home

i don’t have a home I have a house. My “ home” is somewhere i have long moved out not because i wanted to, i was forced i lost my home the moment my parents got divorced I felt alone i felt stuck, i felt like a stupid rock covered in dirt in muck and even in my house i feel afraid i feel like a mouse tied to shame a home once filled with joy and laughter turned into a wreck with no happily ever after A place that doesn’t exist anymore, i never lived there but the echoes fill my head saying, just ‘ die on this hill ‘ here.