I am homeless with a home,
wait this isn't even a home.
Its walls burns without a fire.
They call my names when they can't reach any higher.

I am sorry, I had it easy.
I am sorry, I had it all.
I just didn't knew,
kids have supposed to be grateful for it all.

Don't blame it on kids
They get depressed over shits
You didn't even knew that this shit was hard
Only if you knew, I would have prayed for it to not.

Where should I go?
I am homesick inside my "home"
What should I do?
With the death threats send by myself alone.

My demons laughed
when they said it's all in your head
So, I started talking to my pillow
when I was lonely in the dark.

© homesick1872