This Hell You Call Home

I have become a wanderer in this place you call home

Constantly searching for your essence

Quietly yearning for your presence

I have become a refugee in this place you call home

Begging even for an iota of your time

Settling for dimes of your affection

I have become a lost soul in this place you call home

Suffocated by your everlasting absence

Revived by the snippets of your sweet nothings

I have become a ghost of my former self in this place you call home

Mauled by your ideas of what I should be

Shattered by your voice resonating within me

I have become everything you wanted me to be

Broken in all the places within your reach

So that you can keep me in this place you call home with promises I can believe

But none that you plan to keep

In this hell you call home

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