Home
Turning my home into a house,
You found my hell
Concealed inside my paradise.
The once blue sky,
Is now dark and foreshadowing.
The smell of rain flowing on the breeze.
Sunrise’s dull, beautiful clouds overhead.
Sunsets unseen, when will my pain end.
I beg my God for the end.
Plead for mercy.
My heart can’t stand anymore
When I hear your voice,
Fake, cold, hateful,
I wonder if you know the extent of my pain.
