but where is home?

that neverending stab again and again from the very ones you’d take the blade for so you switch off cruise on autopilot wait for the next hurt to fall on you like clockwork you ask yourself why can’t you go home but where is home every door has a price tag and somewhere along the way you sold yours cheap the returns feel cursed blood money burns heavier than hunger trust, betrayal... they call it strength as if being broken was some kind of gift but they never knew the roots have been aching long before the leaves ever did you whisper tired into the night wondering if you sinned in another life to deserve torment in this one you can’t change people but how much of yourself are you meant to carve away just to fit their fragile mould?

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