Home is where the hurt is

SKasak44SKasak44 Posts: 67
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
This is the only place i've ever known
Its where I'm from. I call it home
Its where I've lived. It's where I've grown
Its where I've always been alone

I left it not too long ago
For a chance to find somewhere to go
Where I can flourish and spread and begin to grow
But soon I'll have to return to my home

I have no desire to return to my land
To have to go back to that place will be more than I can stand
I'll keep my eyes downward, my face in my hands
Its something no one could ever understand

Home is where the hurt is, I swear to you here
Known it all my life, and its the one thing I fear
Feels like its been a week, but i've been away for a year
I'll be leaving my paradise... of which I value so dear...


I'm going to miss being at college... the thought of being at home for 4 months just eats away at me... I being at home. :(
"I cant hear you, but i feel the things you say"

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  • BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    I’m sorry home is such a bad place for you, almost wondered why you called it home, if you feel as you do…


    home is where the heart is :)
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • SKasak44SKasak44 Posts: 67
    Originally posted by Buru
    I’m sorry home is such a bad place for you, almost wondered why you called it home, if you feel as you do…


    home is where the heart is :)

    I feel that I should kinda clear the air on this before people think I'm being abused or something...

    My home is just a very boring place. I have lots of friends but they are always solving the boredom problems by drinking. It doesnt bother me much but I'm not a huge drinker, so I just DD or something. its just that all of the drama and stupid crap that goes on always requires ME to clean up all the shit.

    I'm always the person who solves others problems and helps them out but I never really see anything in return. ESPECIALLY when I need help, there is never anyone there to help me. I've seen and been by my friends sides through everything... deaths in family, loss of a loved one at war, breakups breakups breakups, my best friends dad commit suicide and i was with him on that day... the list goes on...

    Its not like I dont like to help people, its just that if everyone is having a good time at a party or somewhere but one person, I always help them out, and if I dont then its on my mind for the rest of the night. I just cant stand the stupid drama anymore and I hate my town. I just dont want to be there for 4 whole months... Its going to drive me nuts.

    But things can change, and thats what Im gonig to hope for. It will always be my home, but if I was told I could never go back there then I dont think i would even wince.

    Sorry if I misled some people with the poem.
    "I cant hear you, but i feel the things you say"

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