home.
The noise is unbearable
It’s in my head
It’s in the room
I loud bright
I’m drowning
This desperation
I runs my life
It takes controll
So I cry
I cry a sea of guilt and shame
Yet another place to drown
A little wave could crush a mountain
Instead It crushed my soul
Numb
A planet of grey with black and white thinking
Emptiness sewing the seams
Patching up my broken home
Old dreams, long forgotten, litter the floor
I fall into the depths of my blackened heart
Honey I’m home
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