What Has Happened To My Home , by Josiah Hammond :)
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why do i stay here
just to suffer through through things i shouldn't
the weight of all the world can offer is on me
but no one seem to care for me
they think im kidding but im not
they say there no bruises but they haven't seen my heart
its torn in ways that you would die before seeing
at home things are messed up with my family
at school all my friends look the other way
why have they deserted me in my darkest hour
i thought they cared but at times like these you see the
true side of things
no one is real until troubles are on there door step them
but even then they will hide behind the barricades
they have made for them selves
there is no such thing as home anymore
the only truth you know is the few friends you have
so you are forced to take refuge in there care
they give you but thats not what you would like
because there is so much more you would like to do with your
life
but you cant get over this barricade some people are happy
to call home
you must sit in your room every night
and cry for the things you wish you never did
for you feel there is no forgiveness for you
but there is more then any man could ever give.
at home things are messed up with my family
at school all my friends look the other way
but i know i dont need to ask why anymore
because there is a plane for me here
even though i dont see it all the time
he is breaking me down and i am starting
to cry for reasons i dont know
he is bring me to my knees so i may stand a new man.
i will let the scars on my wrists show for him so that when
people ask
i may tell them my story so it will have an impact in there
life
as it did mine he is here in this place just waiting for
your call.
written by:
Josiah Hammond
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Posted: 2008-10-03 02:41:34 UTC |
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