Love turns to hate.
Pavements made with tears and heart ache.
Growing tiered of the place once loved.
Not a home but a prison without the bars.
Tiered of playing never ending games.
Watching every move made.
Watching your back day and night.
Never knowing what happens.
Sleepless nights and worrying minds.
Can't die here like others before me have.
Searching for a happy ending.
No more moving from place to place.
Hoping for one good Christmas.
All I ever wanted was a place to call home.