Home is Not Your House.

Just something I'm feeling. I think this is the first of my poems that actually relate to me. :D.

Sometimes where you live is not your home.
Sometimes that's where you feel the most alone.

Sometimes that's where you wish upon a star,
To be somewhere far.

Sometimes your room can be a prison,
Locking you in, not allowing you to see the season.

Sometimes passing through your door,
Leaves you wanting for your core.

Sometimes your heart needs a map,
To fill that gap.

The gap your family doesn't quite fill,
The gap that makes you want to kill.

Sometimes home is where you want to be,
Not where you happen to turn the key.

Sometimes your heart separates from your body,
leaving you feeling droddy.   //Yes it's a word!

It seems to be with the family you choose for yourself,
It moves toward them with stealth.

Sometimes you want to die,
So instead you lie.

Sometimes...
Home is where the heart is.

Author's Note

Droddy is a word!!!!

Reviews

[K8lyn]

awwh thats so good. i loved the
"Sometimes home is where you want to be,
Not where you happen to turn the key."
It was my favorite part