home can be a place ,
or a memory ,
or a thought ,
or a person ,
you were my home ,
you kept me safe ,
protected from the rain ,
and let the sun shine down on me ,
you kicked me outta your life ,
and now im homeless ,
I now sleep in the allys ,
on the hard, cold cement ,
And you dont care ,
you stil leave me out here ,
cold and lonely ,
with my heart broken ,
not into 2 pieces ,
but a million ,
you were my home .
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Author:
kelseyroy (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2010 00:04
- Category: Sad
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Comments5
i write this , because my dad told me he didnt want me in my life , soo , hope you guys like it ...
My dad told me not 2 come back home b4 2. your a great poet
it sucks , and thanks so are you 🙂
U r never homeless, u always have a home in our hearts...all the same, thats a great
In november my mom became suicidel and killed her self by overdosing.. luckely my step dad took her to a hospital.. in that time my dad took me away and in a week i ended up on the streets in the rain.. but i was luckey to have my cuzin take me in and take me back to my moms....to this day all i can remember the harsh words she yelled at me..."thanx alot, u just ruined my life!" i still cry my self to sleep with these words in my mind.. this is absilutly good....
im really sorry , for what has happened to you.
And Thank you
no prob...thanx
Your very good. although it is sad I loved reading it..
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