Whats home and whats a house?

“But nothing beats home does it?”
“This isn’t home, this is just a house, where i live, this is the room i awake form every morning, ready for another hopeless day.
This is the corner where i sit and listen 2 my music and let the lyrics flow through me.
This is the place where i sit and slice my arms, 2 make myself feel real and 2 make the pain on the inside go away! Coz phyiscal pain is nothing compared 2 the the mental suffering we go through each and everyday!

This is the couch on which i sit and put on a facade for others around me!
This is the place where i feel like a guest!! where i cant be myself!
How can this be a home if i am living amongst strangers whom i don’t know and who dont know nothing about me!
This is just a cold, miserable house.
where there is no laughter, just tears and shouting because no one ever compramises they just argue!
This is just a cold, miserable house.
Where there is a loud silence, and emptiness throughout, because no one ever talks properly to each other, i dont think they even know how 2 have a conversation with one of their own!
This is just a house yet i still live here and dont wanna go no place else!” I replied!

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