This roof I live under
I'm suppose to call it home
But when the walls are talking to you
Calling you names
Try to crush you
As they cave in around you
Claustrophobia starts setting in
Home is never home
Because I don't want to be here
I want to be as far away as possible
I want a place I feel safe
Not from the walls
But the voices in my head
I want a place of sanctuary
Arms welcoming me
Comforting me as I break down
I want a home not a house
I don't want to be forced in making a place
Something it is not
Home is always too far away
For me to grasp
And I want to be wherever
I can call a place a home
Not a vacant house
Filled with disfigured shadows
And talking walls
Crumbling with the slightest touch
I want a bed
I am able to rest my head
And not worry about nightmares
I just want a home
Is that too much to ask for
Home is never "home"
Simply because wherever I go
My ******* problems will follow
Haunting and condemning my "home" once again
Making it impossible to find it
I'll just be homeless emotionally and mentally
Till I can build the perfect home for myself