Letting the stress go.

"never going home"

can't help but think somethings wrong
i'm from here but this isn't home
the house i lived in feels so cold
the walls look old and bare
my childhood no longer displayed here
this child has grown

another chapter in the book is written
the end not far from near
cause after all i've given
my time will disappear...

bad dreams were my plauge
as i slept rarely in my bed
these walls were no comfort then
they still seem the same
i used to hear my mother screaming
so clear through the bare walls
and as he grunted
i could hear the broken legs.

another chapter has been written
the end not far from near
cause after all i've given
my time will disappear...
but fear not for me, the unforgiven
i trust that i'll go silently
cause after all i've witnessed
there is no more of me...

i left this house at seventeen
never looking back
i moved so far away from here
but can still hear the sounds
the screams and grunts
the long nights awake
i fear no death that could come to me
cause i'm ashamed of never going back.

another chapter has been written
the end has come too near
cause after all i've given
my time has disappeared...

Andrew C.