Home

Where I live,
Or where I stay.
Somewhere near,
Or far away.

A constant voice,
Is in my head.
Telling me where,
I should be instead.

I won’t go back there,
I mean I won’t.
You try to convince me,
Please, just don’t.

A lot has happened,
In the past.
The past is the reason,
I run so fast.

Away from here,
I go alone.
I run straight from,
A place called home.

A place which I,
Have yet to say.
Destroyed my views,
In every way.

I slow my pace,
I take a breath.
If looks could kill,
This’d be my death.

I take a step back,
I try to let go.
But I fall down instead.
It’s all I know.