7 November 2012
I sleep in a bed, In a house I once knew. Where harmony spread, And a family grew.
But the house became crowded, And all wars broke out. Everyday I'm surrounded, In some form of shout.
I don't know anymore, What I want in my life. But the times here before, Would prevent using a knife.
I no longer feel at home, But I have nowhere to go. So I'm stuck here left to comb, Through all the things I don't know.
The only reason I stay, Is to help my brother through. He gets the worst everyday, So me and him stick as two.
Homeless • Opuss № I