Homeless

Teresa M Sims on Jun 14, 2009

Can you really be homeless with a roof over your head?

My head down to the floor to scared to go home.

My mom always yelled and my dad won’t leave me alone.

I walked the streets just to pass by time.

To have a house but not a home should be a crime.

No one to talk to or express the way I feel

If I had a choice to live or die I’d rather be killed

Growing up all I wanted was a home

For my mom to stop yelling and my dad to leave me a lone.

We had a chair that just basically stood still

didn’t move or talk, couldn’t understand how I feel.

At 15 i cursed out my mom and tried to kill my dad

realizing myself was all I had.

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Comments (10)

Lostash on Jun 14, 2009
Very emotive!
Anne McNew on Jun 14, 2009
we have many similar cases in the Philippines…
Sheila M on Jun 14, 2009
Very good write
Karen Gross on Jun 14, 2009
A very sad situation, all too common. Our families desperately need God!With God’s guidance and love, and the support of a local church, we could stop the cycle of dysfunction and abuse.
Tanya Wallace on Jun 14, 2009
A sad heartfelt poem.Nicely described and written.
California Dreamer on Jun 15, 2009
an emotional poem, sometimes it is best to leave and start anew and in time it will make a better you… I left when I was 16 to live with relatives that were strangers to me, but it felt more like a home then my own one did at the time. Great write, thanks for sharing
empyrean lyrist on Jun 16, 2009
Hmmm powerful..good write
loafer on Jun 17, 2009
a house is not a home really…
CutestPrincess on Jun 18, 2009
very emotional… i can relate!
tommy on Jun 23, 2009
ohhhhhmg

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