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My house is not a home
I am insecure within these walls
the silence taunts me
the shadows haunt me
Shadows of me�
I don't want to be here.
When I scream out, no one hears.
When I cry out, no one consoles me.
And when I talk aloud, no one responds to me.
No one is here, there is only me.
These cold walls muffle my sounds,
There is no warmth, no happy feel.
Just a constant reminder
of what I don't want to remember
shedding light
on all the darkness
that I thought
I blocked out
in my home, in my hell
I am consumed in my insecurity
within these walls.