Home is a place full of love but I never got enough , my fear played center stage as my mother tried to earn a wage .

I gained everyone concern with the pile of mistakes a shadow to follow my every move , what are they wanting me to prove ?

Do I make a sum of all my problems to linger in the dusk of doubt to haunt me for eternity , just pass over the gun so my thoughts can run .

Home is where my struggles were chained as I emotionally became drained like an injury of an ankle sprain that brought so much pain .

Alone wandering a silent grave urging you to behave for silence is all they crave , They don’t want you to misbehave .

When did I make a vow to be silent ?

Maybe it happened when you became violent !

Bound to the bed always filled with dread to rot in an endless slumber , a place were dream seem to scream .

The fragrance of pain that lingers to always remain one that could surely send you insane .

One that leaves a wretched taste in your mouth as it speaks to make you weak , such a waste of space someone so easy to replace .

There was never a safe harbour away from my farther , I wish my home was safe to have something I can miss even somethings simple like a kiss .