What Home Means To Me
With no home I feel depressed.
With no home I don’t feel safe.
I feel scared every time I go to sleep.
I feel like I don’t have anywhere to go.
With no home I want to curl up into a ball and cry.
I want a place besides the streets.
I just want to be treated like I matter.
With no home I want to cry.
With no home I want it all to be over.
With no home I am alone.
With no home I’m just so helpless.
With no home I feel so bitter.
All the awful memories inside of me.
I wish for some kind of miracle to happen.
When I get a home it would be so sweet rather than bitter.
So when I get a home,
I feel so proud.
I love all the rooms it has.
Big, small, I don’t care.
As long as I have somewhere.
With a home I feel so good.
With a home I’m joyful.
I wish other could feel this too.
I feel so excited to have a place to go.
A place I can call home!
Having a home is so great.
Having a home puts a smile on my face.
Having a home filled with laughter.
Joy in the air.
I feel happy even if it’s the littlest thing.
I feel so thankful for the gift of home.
I hope one day others can have one too.