This is my home.
Contributed by
BuggY
on
Sunday, 12th June 2005 @ 03:55:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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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.
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BuggY
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