Finding Home

I’m all alone.
Trying to find my way home.
Do I even have one?
Home used to be wherever you were.
But you left me.
Now I need a new place to call my own.
‘Home is where the heart is’.
But my heart is shattered to pieces.
Glass shards of my cold heart,
All that remains.
I clutch them in my hands,
Desperately pleading for some answers.
They slice into my palms,
I watch my blood drip onto the floor.
I don’t know where home is,
But it isn’t here anymore.

The End

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