If Home is....

Home

If home is where the heart belong,

Then I will be homeless, maybe worst.

Hating your own home, is that means hating your own heart?

Can someone able to hate his/her own heart?

Hating my own home is something I realized that hardest thing to do.

But, just thinking about home is makes me sick, like I want to throw up everything in my stomach.

I hate my home.

Is that makes me like heartless?

But this heart that makes me hates my home.

This stupid heart that feeling sick every time I’m home.

This weak heart that makes me wants to runaway every time I hear something about home.

If home is a place for heart to rest,

Then I’ll be a restless heart, restless soul, restless mind.

My heart hates home more than I hate myself for being so weak.

My heart being weak for all the things they did, and I always forgive them.

And I, I just being me, only watch and getting hurt by them, and do nothing to save myself, nor my heart.

If home is where I should be, then, where is home?

Where should I go, to rest, to place my head, my heart, my body?

Where is the home they talking about?

If home is where the heart is, then I just fucked!

All Above My Head