My room is a mess
Almost as messy as my head.
And I remain alone.
Alone
That seems to be my new home,
a place where I feel so uncomfortable
but can't escape
Home is where the heart is?
My heart is but a functioning *****
Keeping me breathing,
And I don't see the need
I am a home bird with no home.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
My room is a mess
Almost as messy as my head.
And I remain alone.
Alone
That seems to be my new home,
a place where I feel so uncomfortable
but can't escape
Home is where the heart is?
My heart is but a functioning *****
Keeping me breathing,
And I don't see the need
I am a home bird with no home.
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