This is it
I'm home again
And I feel
The walls closing in.
I get no love
So all I have is hate
And this sickly
Burning
Rage.
My nerves are raw
My head is pounding
I shut my eyes
To keep from shouting
I grit my teeth
And start to pace
My friends are gone
My life's a waste
Alone again
I build my walls
Protect me from
Hopes siren call
I have a gun
I have a knife
I'm just lacking the will
To take my own life
But no one listens
No one cares
That's because
There's no one here.
There's just me
Home again
And these 4 walls
Can't hold me in
F*ck their rules
I'll break free.
But blood is bond.
Family.
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all text Copyright Cary Preston Richards, 1999
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