Home is where the heart is,
what else can fill this void?
A black hole beneath my skin,
hidden behind my ribs, it's dragging me in,
pulling me toward the deep blackness,
an eternaty of dark, how can I exist?
A place to sleep, but not a home.
All day I walk, explore, and roam.
A bed at night, it's not enough,
I need a place to call my own.
An empty room is all I need,
not stuff, or people, just a place to call home.
My life is quickly draining,
bleeding where my heart should be.
The days drag on, weaker I grow.
If home is where the heart is,
how much longer will I survive,
when both are absent from my life?
What else is there for me to do?
Alone, no place for me to go,
I don't just need a place to stay,
I need somewhere to call my home.
Each day is like a gift for me,
I don't know how I'm living, without a heart. |
Submission Name: Home Is Where The Heart Is
