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Home

I am a stone on the inside rotten in the core, flesh torn and sore from pain

I am so so far away from home

But I kind of outgrew the whole plan

A plan?

Yes there it was

A new beginning a new start

Turns out grief follows you everywhere

Doesn't care about your name or age

It just does seep in after all

The days are easier to manage

Not many questions raised about the jackets in a hundred degree weather

The nights are usually tougher

The moonlight from my window shining right in my eyes

I want to be the moon

Not to someone else

My own little moon

Maybe the moon is my home

It's calling out to me and I feel it in my dead bones

Who knew that the loudest girl in the room wasn't really her own perfect moon

I always thought that if I left it all and became a part of the moon would I be able to leave it soon

But the human mind, the only humane quality left in me worked in a mysterious way

I grew comfortable in my misery

No longer my hands hurt, my mind starts to

Throwing me away from my moon

So the hands have to hurt all the time so the mind can never be wild enough

This is my life now

A survival show

Bravery I did show

Courage had to go

It's so empty and hollow inside But ironically so much more than that going on

Why do I feel everything even when my heart is of stone

It creeps in through walls

I see it but can't do something about it too lazy to walk

"What's the worst thing that could happen "

Happens every day and all day

It's just that the sun could never be pretty enough so as for the moon