Home, a place of your own.
A place where you don't have to worry about others.
A place where you're in charge of what happens.

Home, a safe haven.
A place to run to if you're scared or upset or anything.
A place that offers shelter from the evil that lurks outside.

Home, the base of your life.
A place where you take care of things.
A place where you go to sleep every night and wake up every morning.

Home, it can be big, it can be small, but what really matters is that you can say "Home, sweet home".

Where are you?
I need you...
I need you to embrace me...
I need you to wipe away my tears...
I need you to accept me...
I need you to just be there for me...
Forget those other things, just be there for me, I beg you, cause no matter how hard I've tried, this a war that cannot be fought on my own.

I'm ready...
Ready to give up...
Ready to leave this cruel world...
Ready to leave this cold and very lonely place...
Ready to say goodbye to whatever I have...
I doubt anyone would miss me...
I doubt anyone cares about me...
I doubt people like me...
I know I don't have much to offer, but please, just please look past my exterior shell and see what kind of person I am inside......

I hate you...
Three little words...
Three little words, holding enough power to destroy a human being...
Three little words I've heard many times in my life...
The sad thing is, the reasons why people don't like me all seem to be true...

Is it really too much to ask for three  little words that can mend a already devastated heart?

Pain, anger, sadness...
Those are just some of the things I feel when we have yet another fight.
You...you always blame me for everything.
I thought you were special...
I've always hoped you would be different...
I've always hoped that you would look past my many, many flaws and take me for who I am....
Well, I was wrong...

Now, you're just another face in the crowd, nothing special...
I wish it would be different, but it seems fate decided to play one of his cruel games again...

Why?
Why is it so hard for people to keep things simple?
Why is it so hard to just take the known roads, instead of taking undiscovered paths?
Why is it so easy to do difficult things, and so difficult to do easy things?

I ask myself these questions several times, and it just seems like there's no answer to any of them.

If only people could just take time to explore the simple, known things and avoid difficulties, then maybe, just maybe this world wouldn't be this messed up place....

18 years ago, I stood at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive. I got on, but without any set destination.
I just rode and rode, taking whichever route the bus took.
Now, 18 years later, I still ride, still follow the route.
Unfortunately I notice that people leave the bus while it is in motion, because it doesn't take them where they want to go, and I've experienced a few stand-stills, but I remain on the bus.
I keep riding the bus, hoping that it will take me along the right route, out of this *******, into better times.