This is my home.

by Hayley Marie   Jun 12, 2005


Sitting here on my bed,
Things are whirling in my head,
I really don’t like this feeling,
Knowing I may never be healing.

I have so much anger for my father,
So much hate for my sister,
So much distance from my mother,
I really don’t know why I bother.

Why do I bother to be here?!
When I know, no-one is near,
I’m over and done with being a mug,
Please someone!! I really need a hug!

I have my boy,
His company, I enjoy,
In his eyes, I see a light,
That’s how I know, things are alright.

My friends I’m losing,
I was the one, they were using!
I have some close friends,
They are what I call “Godsends”

I’m now here in my new flat,
Here on my new bed, I am now sat,
I’m feeling really really alone,
But I have to get used to it!
This is my home.

*Depression*Is*An*Illness* ©

*i have recently moved into my aunties flat. I just had to get away...*

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  • 19 years ago

    by Marjan

    this is wonderful. beautiful. incredible.
    I don't know what to say anymore.
    I LOVE YOUR POEMS and YOU.
    love you so much,
    marjan