It's funny how people say
'Home is where your heart is'
I guess my home is nowhere.
It feels as if someone has taken my heart.
That it's been ripped out, stepped on and trown into a blender to be fed to a pack of blood-thirsty wolves.
Like I had no point of being there, like I had no place in the world.
Everyone around me is laughing and having a good time, but only because they had someone to step on.
I won't be here much longer though.
Because my reign will soon end in the hell they call 'home'
I will watchthem from my own dark corner.
To die in pain and sorrow,
for the rest of eternity,
waiting for my time to return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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