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Home :)
Home is where we belong
 But many of us don’t have a home
 Have never felt the loving arms of our parents
 Have watched their world torn apart
 And others live in a big house
 On a big hill
 With a happy family
 And rich parents
 Because they have everything
 They have to hurt the lesser ones
 They beat us up
 And call us names
 We try to go home 
 But they follow us
 They go online
 And post it for everyone to see
 Then we hide in our rooms
 Alone from the rest of the world
 Broken
 Just like the rest of us
 We don’t do anything about it
 For fear it might get worst
 For it might just kill us
 Damage us
 More than we already are
 She came from a rich house
 A rich mom
 And a abusive father
 She comes to school
 With makeup to cover the bruises
 She bullies us
 Everyday
 Yet we know nothing about her
 Except that she’s mean
 And she’s rich
 We don’t know that everyday 
 She has to go home and protect 
 Her mom, and her two little sisters
 From her dad
 One day she called the cops
 And hid her sisters and mom in the basement closet
 The cops came two minutes too late
 He shot her
 Right when the cops pulled up
 Now we all know
 Her family wasn’t perfect
 No matter how she tried to hide it
 The truth came out in the end
 She didn’t have a home 
 He was the captain of the football team
 Product of a nice mom and a nice dad
 Perfect family 
 Perfect house
 Except he was gay
 And he hated himself because of it
 Everyday he had to fake it
 Everything he was
 Every night he cut into his skin 
 “I won’t be gay”
 And every morning he would cover it up
 And go to school with that football helmet on
 One day he forgot to cover it
 And his mom saw it
 She kicked him out 
 Told him never to come back
 That night he found a gun on the street and shot himself
 They didn’t have perfect lives
 They didn’t have homes
 They tried to fit in
 Home is where the heart is
 But what if your heart is broken
 In tiny bits to tiny to hold
 Then where is home?
 She was 15
 Her mom left her when she was 7
 Her dad works three jobs just 
 To keep a roof over their heads
 And food on the table
 She found out she had cancer
 She didn’t tell her dad 
 Or anyone
 Because she knew she wouldn’t
 Have the money to pay for treatment
 So she went to school everyday
 And shaved her head
 Told people it was for cancer
 And everyone believed her
 Three months later
 She fainted in class
 Went into a coma 
 And died
 He was a nerd
 And smarter than anyone knew about
 He was autistic
 So people just ignored him 
 He was a great reader
 A great listener 
 He just couldn’t talk
 One day he went walking 
 In the bad part of town
 Some guys started following him
 And yelled at him
 But he couldn’t talk
 So they beat him 
 Tell he died
 He had a home and love 
 She found love and had a home
 He found love in the blood he bleed
 She found love in the ones she protected
 In the end they all finally found a home
 It may be in heaven
 Or right back here in a new baby
 But now they are safe 
 From evil
 From hurt
 And from all the pain
 Her mom and sisters were saved
 His mom and dad now support gay rights
 Her dad is now volunteering in the cancer unit
 His school now has a whole special needs wing 
 They loss their lives for a better cause 
 They made a difference even after death
 They are home
 And we all find our home at some point in time
 Here i’m home

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