I need a place
A place that could be called a ‘home’
A place that might be called ‘home’
A place that maybe i could go at night
‘Home’

It isn’t just another kiss
Or another whisper
Or another cut
No
It’s so much more than that
Yet it’s seen as something so imortal
You’d rather die than accept me?
Who have we become?

A home isn’t the place where I go beat over and over again,
Is it?
No!
They see me walking in the rain I’m soaking wet
They ask me “Would you like to stay here for a night? It’s cold and raining you shouldn’t be out there in that.”
I say “No thank you.”
But my mind screams “Yes! Please help me, I can’t do this on my own I need help”
But they have won

I keep walking
Smiling at the ground
But my mind is racing
Hoping that someone would care enough to actually save me
But with every step I take I’m alone
This isn’t a ‘home’

What is a home?
A place to be beaten and abused?
Over and over again until you can’t remember what happened the night before?
No. that’s not a home
But neither is this.
I can’t stay
I walk into a house full of screaming,
“Home” I say
I walk to the bathroom
Look into the mirror,
And scream “Who the ** have I become? Why the hell am I still here?”
I’m done fighting
No more
I grab his gun
And I’m gone
That was not a ‘home’