A friend of mine wrote a little something about "home" that I just read and it has moved me to do the same. This is a reaction similar to vomiting for me. If I get it out I may feel better.
Home is feeling misplaced. Home is having nowhere to go. Home is going to a place where nobody really wants you. Home is being scared of how someone will be critical of you. Home is where you are reminded that you are worthless. Home is not being yourself. Home is no one knowing who you really are. Home is being disowned. Home is no one understanding you and assuming your motives are bad. Home is your mother telling you that you are not worth a penny. Home is having your hair ripped out. Home is your mother telling you she doesn't want to have a relationship with you. Home is your mother giving you away. Home is having no one to call and talk to when you are upset or lost. Home is knowing no one would notice you were dead for maybe a week. Home is your father not knowing you exist. Home is feeling insecure all the time. Home is having no one you can count on. Home is pain. Home is better off not existing. Home is being alone. Home is best off forgotten. Home does not exist. There is no place like home.
Friday, February 26, 2010
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