No Place Like Home

Amazing is an understatement when talking about my pain.
It takes control of my reality, and crashes like the plane.
Sifting through the rubble I call my life.
Most days I sit here in search of my knife.
Just a way to end it, a way to see through.
My pain and my heartache are nothing without you.
The feeling is gone, I want to go home.
But home is a place with love and compassion, neither of which I condone.
My life is a catastrophe, I can’t go on.
I sit in this field like a motherless fawn.

by bubbles14
posted on 08/14/2007