piillunatic

-- levi ---- main @piillow -- "poetry" n stuff that's not for main ?? ---- tw : lots of venting

Home. Home is a place of comfort, safety, and love. A place to relax and not let your struggles get to you. Homes can still be chaotic and messy, But they're comfortable. The people are happy to see you, wanting to help, and are always there for you. That's what a home is. Filled with love, laughter, and happiness.

Or maybe it's not. Maybe that's all I want my home to be. My "home", filled with hate, screams, and pent up anger. That's what my home is. The people expect to see me, sometimes helps, and aren't always there for me. But they're "happy". My "home" can still be fun and joyful, But I don't feel relaxed, and my struggles hurt more than they should. My home is a place of lies, stress, and deceit.

I don't know what "home" is. The concept is basically foreign. Maybe I'll never know where my home is. But I'm very confident it's not this one.