Home

She dropped a glass,
as I was trying to sleep,
The sound of it
Reminded me of my miseries
 
Every thump on the desk,
Every knock on the door
takes me back to that night,
when I lost hope in life
 
There stood a monster behind the door,
ready to eat us alive,
Loud were those bangs, 
scary were his eyes.
We ran, hid, and tried to fight,
I must say, we barely survived.
 
Now that I’m through, my hardest I try,
to make sense of it, but i cannot be lying,
I truly do not know why I still cry 
If, after everything, I made it alive. 
 
A place, that my body escaped,
Holds my soul captive instead.
A place that broke my heart and spirit, both 
Can it really be called a home?