Home.

Done living in a house made out of broken stones I don't want to live a home thats been broken I don't want to live in world so cold the ice has awoken I just want to be free to be me and move in from my misery. The cuts are so deep they've become unapparent. The tears i have our muffled, and ive become so lost, discoherent. And above all the lies i know this in time My truth is my trush and yours is another. We've gone so far we have began to hate each other.