i am homesick
or maybe just
sick
laying in my bed— which really isn’t mine
wishing i was in a house
that doesn’t feel the same
wishing for a place that never wanted me in the first place
where ghostlaughter of
girlchildhood
floats
around my head
the fumes of nostalgia
make me sick
and i feel pathetic
because i need my mom
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
i am homesick
or maybe just
sick
laying in my bed— which really isn’t mine
wishing i was in a house
that doesn’t feel the same
wishing for a place that never wanted me in the first place
where ghostlaughter of
girlchildhood
floats
around my head
the fumes of nostalgia
make me sick
and i feel pathetic
because i need my mom
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