This was the house of my dreams.
This was so perfect.
I felt so good.
Now I cry.
The house of my dreams feels empty.
Everything I felt is gone.
Everything I wanted ended.
This isn’t my home anymore.
This doesn’t feel good anymore.
I have to move on.
I have to create a new home.
A place just for my own.
A place where I can be true to myself.
A place where I can be who I want to be.
*Broken Angel 2009