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If my heart were a home it would look something like this.
A front door that hangs ajar on it hinges
Because the last exit was in haste.
This place was once a sanctuary, but now its just all waste
Broken beyond repair, no one will ever dare to enter again.
Its now too much of a scary place and there is too much to mend.
The windows are shattered not from incoming intruders, but an escapist from the inside.
This was once a beautiful dream home, but all hope has died.
A certain someone use to stay here, but they abandoned it and never looked back.
I try and maneuver through the broken glass and look pass the crack.
The crack that runs right through the middle, the most vital part.
This house is broken, much like my heart.
The past tenant was what sustained me, without them I’ve fallen apart.
Reflecting back to when things were pleasant is something often I do.
And this is when I realize therapy and renovations are way overdue.
Inside has begun to decay, the walls are starting to rot away.
The paint is chipping off, the whole inside has a ruined display.
Forgotten about, neglected you could say.
Even its surroundings have been left unattended.
The faith for this place along since ended.
The walls have holes in them, lacking protection.
There is rubbish, dirt and dust in every direction.
Once the windows were smashed plantation overgrew and found its way in.
Similar to when my heart broke and depression crawled in.
But perhaps these vines are a symbol of future growth.
But most likely they are there to take grasp of what’s left.
This constant damage has arisen sensitivity.
The graffiti on the wall reflects my last spike of creativity.
Ripped off cupboard doors like ripped up heartstrings.
It’s a sad thought, thinking about what life sometimes brings.
The spiders have spun webs from the ceiling.
This is a dark place, dark looking and dark feeling.
Consisting of jaggered edges and dangerous wreckage.
This house is imprisoning like a giant cage.
Will it ever feel love again for it does stands alone?
The house sits empty, nobody’s home.