Kept fighting with myself
Rage soaring to the sky
Ground beneath starts to break
Here I fall with all my grace
No hand reached out to save me
Because lies were all I believed
Truth is you end up alone
Even when they say,
"You're back home"
A feeling that's nowhere to be found
Home is not a place made of walls
It's where your heart leads when you're lost
Where people love and embrace all your flaws
Where they help you to mend
Not leave alone to pray for end
Where they show you light to catch
Never let you get hurt by a single scratch
That's what builds home
Not furniture or giant doors
But with the feeling of wanted
And filled with hope
YOU ARE READING
From The Inside
Poetry//Past doesn't let you breathe And darkness never leave// Highest ranking achieved #1 poetry #1 poet #1 poesia #1 slampoetry #1 poetrylovers #1 slampoems #1 realityoflife #1 innerbattle #1 relates #1 losthope #1 truecolors #1 unspokenwords #2 rhym...
