This house is not a home.

If you stop for a moment,

Take a tour through my home,

But be careful I warn you,

This place broke long ago.


These walls they surround me,

No longer my own,

Battered and bruised,

No longer my home.


These rooms they fill me,

With pieces of grief,

A place so loving,

Almost turned on its feet.


These windows once open,

Filling air as they need,

Now collapsing around me,

Suffocation is key.


These curtains once hanging,

Now faded and grey,

A room with light,

Now nothing but dismay,


I said to be careful,

Cautious and true,

For this house is my body,

Merely broken for you.


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