it sure felt a lot more like home

i remember the feeling
it felt better than home

the sound of laughter
and the smell of everything
made my body feel lighter

the anxiety left my body
the stress ceased to exist
walking up was easier
everyday just seemed
a little more happier

instead of counting the hours
till I left, I was counting
the hours I had left.

i remember i lost that feeling
the day i was leaving
sadness buried deep into my lungs
suffocating each breath until
i nearly gave up.

i wished that it was my home
but whatever i called home
had the power to **** me.