205 Carlton Steet.☣☠☢

In this place I call my home,

a place I spend my time alone.


Its really not much of a home at all,

nothing more than a hole in the wall.


To live here was probably a big mistake,

it just fuels my depression for heavens sake.


These words aren't cutting it anymore.


I'm going to put my fist through the f#%*ing door,

tear down the walls and be sure to be in between when the roof hits the floor.

Written by;W.J.Gerhardt🕊

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