Walking on a road,leading no where were it feels like home.

Home for the sick at heart.
Home for the weakened ones.
Home for the ones who struggle but end up falling apart.

Home for the rejected.
Home for the neglected.
Home for those who's vein,with pain,have been injected.

Home for those who's heart ache.
Home for those who's skin are marked by their mistakes.
Home for those who's scar never heals but bleeds instead.