I have to try.
I'm doing it for you.
It was my dwelling place.
I was safe there.
I was untouchable.
Nothing could hurt me.
Nothing could make me feel less.
You were in this dwelling place.
If you weren't I'd have felt worse.
I wouldn't have left home though.
Home is the safe place I created there.
My friends were my family.
My status was my voice.
I could tell my family anything.
Nothing they could say could hurt me.
Not even their harshest words.
If they tried I'd fire back with passion.
I didn't care.
Who were they to judge me?
No I changed my mind.
Then there was you.
You unlocked all of my passions.
I hurt you so much.
I couldn't do it anymore.
So I left home.
Even though I could be me there.
- Title: My Dwelling Place
- Artist: Oddlit
- Description: Yesterday, I deleted my facebook. When I was on facebook or texting a boy, I couldn't seem to stop lashing out on him. I felt so bad, I knew I had to delete it. There's so much I would say on facebook or through any cyber connection that I just wouldn't say in person. So, I apologized to that boy and deleted my facebook. I know I could still get it back right now. That's why I wrote this poem- to help deal with the temptation.
- Date: 02/06/2012
- Tags: home facebook sorry sorrow hurt
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