haunted by the ghost of nightmares past
a shrouded mist of memories
is the only true companion
a person ever has

there is no such place as home
if there is no heart
even if it is just malfunctioning
or broken beyond repair
there is no such place as home
no one there to care

thus begins a helpless cycle
of self-deprecation and despair
you can’t really count on anyone
if the only ones who were ever there
are the same ones who broke you

© 2011 Sarah Jane