Home

Red and blue lights

All over those beautiful, broken walls

Dad never showed so I’m staying with my mom.

My friends ride their bikes to the park, as do I.

But I start to fade away from it as time goes by.

I started staying in my home more often,

Not around my mom but my room in which I’m lost in.

It’s so small, but yet there’s a whole world.

A world in which I’m free but I still end up alone.

I can make my own story with whatever ending I choose

But the stories turn dark cause of the memories I use.

So I turn the lights off and I lock the bedroom door

And remember my home but the memories are core.

I can’t remember the smells and the colors and such

But I remember every hole in the wall I used to punch

I remember all the hatred and the poor communication

It was a world where I was lost, a world in which I hated.

Red and blue were normal, black and blue were rare.

I never really saw much cause I was never really there.

Then my brother moved out took the memories along.

The black and blue left and the red and blue were gone.

Now this little trailer with the blue-ish grey tint

And the bright white walls inside I always used to hit

Is a home to build memories, a place to love family,

Too bad that when I move it’ll have to build without me.