I want to breathe but The air is toxic and Your harsh words slice Deep.
I want to sleep but The monsters want to keep Me awake. It is only me that they Haunt.
I want to rest my Weary, aching feet but The chair, the sofa, the bed- This house is made of Fire.
I want to come home but coming to this place isnt coming home it is like walking into a place i used to know and finding it burnt to ashes and these ashes are **** and coarse not like the fine grey ash of a volcano not like the kind that creates new growth it is toxic it is poison it is toxic it is poison and i just…
I want to come home to a place that is warm and welcoming and gives me peace. I want to rest my mind and heart and soul. I want to feel safe and let myself go. I want to come home.
Before, This place was a home. Now, It is only poison.