I miss you
Of course I look fine, I'm used to this
I've always been broken, I'm not new to this
But something is different, I can not be fixed
Cause I'm not just broken, but shatters to bits
You see all my life, hope slipped away
But the motivation itself, had always stayed
All my life, things crumbled down
But I'd always have a solid ground
But the earth has slipped
right from my feet
Against the world
I admit defeat
I can not fight all on my own
And why fight a war without a home
A home
A home is not just a place to go
But rather a person you love and know
A home is a place where you feel safe
But in theses walls I feel incased
To lose a home is to lose yourself
To be trapped in walls is to be trapped in hell
When every hallway mimics darkness
And every living room feels so heartless
Do you not run from the shadow of home,
Do find a place where your not so alone?
Do you not run to those you love,
Who in their eyes, you're always enough?
But where shall I run when my home is destroyed
And the ones that I love have long been deployed?
Where shall I run when I have no one left
But the memories in these halls, encased in emptiness
A home, my home, slaughtered killed
All those years I watched it build
Now it's gone, unfinished yet
Nothing left but the foundation set
But a home is not just a place
A home is a thing, a person, a long face
Although taken before your time,
Out of all our homes, you were mine
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