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Why can't my family just leave me alone?

I have enough problems in my life

Home has become my hell

and home has become my spite.

My home is my agony ,my struggle and my pain

Home is my jail cell

and it is driving me insane

So why not just place a bullet in my brain?

At home I can't be trusted

and I can't be left alone

so what is it that possesses me to call this place home

It seems at home im just a lowly slave

Its freedom that I want

and freedom that I crave

My home is far from ideal

Like some nightmarish dream

I wish it wasn't real

So as I walk up to my doorstep

freezing to the bone

one thought rings throughout my mind

Home Unsweet Home