Home at last
Dark and dreary
The streets are empty,
and ******.

This is not my home,
cold and careless.
This is lifeless
and lonely.

This place was full of fights
and hatred, just the same.
This is not a place of sanity,
full of pain and suffering.

Different and delusional
I call myself here
I have a hallucination of my friends,
but still my mood boosts.

They aren't how they seem
moody and depressed,
quiet, careful, then gone
What has happened to my home?

No one is here,
just me.
The fighting killed them off,
Just as it seems...