”Home” is where you feel like you are welcome. Where you are
loved, and where you feel like you belong.
Yeah definitely not the place I live. I'm not welcomed, I'm not
loved, and I definitely don't belong here. I can't wait to leave
this place and never look back. This place is killing me. The
people I call my ”family” are pushing farther and farther
closer to the edge. I'm gonna break and end up killing myself and
they'll know it's all their fault.