A roof for me for the weather till it gets better,
A table to dine in,
A bed to soothe my aching bones.
A house this is.
A house, only a house greets me when I return.

There are people inside this house,
They **** me, slowly. Engraving it deep into my mind and soul
I never leave this house without scars from their sharp tongues.

A home.
Defines as something that is filled with love.
I am filled with hate, instead.
I don't have a home,
Maybe I'll never will with them.