I've come to realize that
I have no home
No space I can
Call my own
No room where I can
Run and hide
When the world becomes
Too much
To bear
But no one cares
Cuz I bounce between
My parents house
And the apartment
I once called
Mine
But now only belongs to
Him.
He never did learn
To share
And the more days
I live on travel sized
Toothpaste
I realize how much
Of my life
Is a
Waste.
No job no skills
Just time
To ****
With this nagging
Sense of
Doom
I'm running out of room
To breathe.
No home to call my own
I've grown used to
Running
From my problems
And reaching for
A hand to save
Me from my open
Grave
But never find one there
Or anywhere.