My Hell Is My Home Poem by Madeline Fazio

My Hell Is My Home

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I walk out with a smile plastered across my face.
Tears are runnng like waterfalls on the inside
I can no longer stand living, or dare I say dieing,
in this place
This hell, that I call home

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ray Lucero 01 April 2006

Madeline, As human beings, torment and suffering can be very damaging to all aspects of our being. Making good choices for self, is the only way out of this situation. There is much power in your words. Ray

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