You're not the house

My grandmother was a huge part of my life and now that shes gone i try to put her memory into things, and the biggest of things that she has given to me, I might be given up soon.

Heart in my stomach, pain in my eyes

I thought I was ready to say goodbye

This object use to not hold such a tie

It use to be a old house with pests inside

We fixed it up we made it shine, then you trusted me

And made it mine, you went away from which you can’t return

And now it sits here with you instilled inside.

 

Its going away, I don’t know why, just for money? That’s not

Only why it’s more an input then it puts out. Sometimes i wish

To hold on to the doubt, I wish I didn’t have to let it go

I wish that it was mine to hold but life is more then cruel

At best because to society it’s just a wreck, it’s just a house

With a dollar sign, the way I’m forced to live is by the

Dollar sign, I don’t have to give up my soul like most

I just owe them part of my heart to me that’s worst.

 

It’s not just a house why can’t they see, it’s where you are

You’re still with me; it’s the only thing that has the feel

Even if my feelings towards it were be stilled.

I have to grow up; there must be change i have to let

It go I have dues to pay. I have to rip you from that

Home or be doomed to be tormented everyday from now on

 

YOU’RE NOT THE HOUSE!!! You’re here with me, we both lived here

Too but this house feels like nothing, I have to get you only in

My heart or I'll just end up falling apart, I'll just repeat

Everyday "you’re not the house in anyway" you’re the memory

And the house was just a thing that we made sparkle made it clean

 

You’re not the house, I'll start today. You’re not the house the

House can fade away, you’re not the house continue to repeat

You’re not the house.....God why did you take her away from me?

 

Author's Note

Im not a writer, This is maybe the second time I have written anything. Im using this site as therapeutic writing.