• No home,
    Just a battle-field.
    No home.
    Where’s the comfort?
    No home.
    Where’s the laughs, the hugs?
    No home.
    Only tears, just anger.
    No home.
    Can’t tell if it’s a lie or the truth.
    No home.

    Now the edges are ripping,
    My sanity’s slipping.
    Dad walked out;
    Mom’s cycotic.
    Lie’s are my comfort,
    Truth is the enemy.
    Truth hurts more than you can think,
    It’s putting me on the brink.

    Is life worth living with
    No home?