I'm at home again,
Although this house doesn't have walls or a roof.
The sun beams through the branches,
Like the warm hugs that I didn't get.
This is a home void of violence,
No body will harm me here,
A rarity.
I'm all alone here,
The only others with me are the trees and the birds
YOU ARE READING
Cobwebs.
PoetryPoems by someone held together with spider's silk. TRIGGER WARNING SAD SHIT