Home

My home is fun and games and cool and happy and the people who love me. Home is the warm feeling. The brightness. Where I am cool and I will eat yummy food. But some people homes are like... Sadness is like happiness is like madness. The memories are as hard as gravestones. Memories are cemented in our minds forever until we perish. But the memories will be carried through the home. Home is the screaming and hitting, the bruises and blood. Home is the sadness in my flesh. Depression are the words that will harm me.