Mar 2014
They say Home is where the Heart is,
Well my Heart is breaking.
How can I have a Home,
If it is Broken?
Separated by pain,
Split down the two,
All because I can't,
Live without you.
You, Pain you,
Take my pain away.
In a strange place,
With white Walls,
And calling Halls.
You call me
And I turn to you.
My only escape;
Red in Halls of white.
Home is not where the Heart is,
For I have no Heart,
It was gone,
Before Pain took it away.
Well my Heart is breaking.
How can I have a Home,
If it is Broken?
Separated by pain,
Split down the two,
All because I can't,
Live without you.
You, Pain you,
Take my pain away.
In a strange place,
With white Walls,
And calling Halls.
You call me
And I turn to you.
My only escape;
Red in Halls of white.
Home is not where the Heart is,
For I have no Heart,
It was gone,
Before Pain took it away.
Just found out my baby cousin tried to commit suicide. This is my protest poem and my hope that she won't end this way because it's only the beginning of a very long, hard road that MYSELF have yet to finish.
(America)
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