It feels like Hell here. This depression swallows me whole when I enter this place. I am unwanted here.
Why do I stay?
Lies and Hate linger in the air. Regret and Sorrow fill me once again.
Those memories, for so long I thought were dead, are alive, burning these pictures into my mind.
The Cruel and Harsh words bite at my only hope.
These dark rooms, dimming the only light I thought I had.
This place, eating me alive.
And this is what I call Home.