Leaving the house,
The memories,
Pain and happiness.
The child that used to live there.
Sometimes you leave too soon,
Sometimes you just have to.
For the good of the other people
Still locked inside.
You can't help but worry about them,
But you can't change anytning,
Now that you left.
But it is what you wanted, is it not?
You thought leaving the house would help you
But it only made it worse.
You have the life you wanted,
But at what cost?
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 8:21 AM UTC
Leaving the house,
The memories,
Pain and happiness.
The child that used to live there.
Sometimes you leave too soon,
Sometimes you just have to.
For the good of the other people
Still locked inside.
You can't help but worry about them,
But you can't change anytning,
Now that you left.
But it is what you wanted, is it not?
You thought leaving the house would help you
But it only made it worse.
You have the life you wanted,
But at what cost?
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