I cried by myself in a house
A house stocked full of people
I bled by myself in a house
A house with a mother
I broke down by myself in a house
A house that I curse
The pain is here still
In the house that is my body
Like a rose i bloomed without my water
In a house that had no light to grow
I stopped crying in a house
A house that hates me back
all i can say is wow... this is really good. i feel the same way too... check out some of my work
I kinda feel the same way alot. I think I know how you feel in this poem. I like the way you expressed your emotions thru this. Keep writing that way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is that a house? wow what a house. i think more comfortable somewhere else! just kidding. nice impression. comment mine if U can.