Never did I think,
That moving ‘home’,
Would be the reason,
I constantly think about the end.
I was so naïve to even think,
That me being back,
Would be any different.
I made their lives more difficult,
They were happy without me.
It must be such a pain,
For them to have to look at me.
Each day only gets worse,
I don’t know how long I can take it,
Before I break.
.
.
.
Who could have known,
That moving ‘home’,
Would mean the end.
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 12:41 PM UTC
Never did I think,
That moving ‘home’,
Would be the reason,
I constantly think about the end.
I was so naïve to even think,
That me being back,
Would be any different.
I made their lives more difficult,
They were happy without me.
It must be such a pain,
For them to have to look at me.
Each day only gets worse,
I don’t know how long I can take it,
Before I break.
.
.
.
Who could have known,
That moving ‘home’,
Would mean the end.