I'm in a house
That holds my stuff
But it's not home
I can't stand being here
I want to walk away
I want to go home.
This isn't home.
It's not home.
Take me home.
YOU ARE READING
To you, from me
PoetryPoetry I wrote when you were on my mind and when it hurt to be alive. I'll love you always. From, me
Home
I'm in a house
That holds my stuff
But it's not home
I can't stand being here
I want to walk away
I want to go home.
This isn't home.
It's not home.
Take me home.