Home

Home sweet home is a lie. Do I need to live here or could I just die. Deadly, dark, blood, and bone, I feel all alone. Depressing, deadly, painful, all in one room. Stuck in a dark room unfriendly creatures in my tomb. Deadly thoughts, dangerous dreams, painful eyes watchin me. Hear a scream, hear a cry, everything has gone awry. I just want to curl up and cry. Punished for running away, hear cackles, see the dark, feel alone, smell fire, taste like ashes, the dark has grown. Now a flicker of light. A snap and boom. Lights are on and I can see my room. I don't want to fume. See faces looking at me, my mom, my dad, my family. No dark, no pain, no danger here. I can just see my home and so I cry. I see home, I see my dream, my life, I try. I know I'm not alone. Someone had helped me, I know that's true. But who had helped me? Who? I taste sweets, I hear music, I smell fruit, I feel happy I can see my room. Home sweet home is the truth.