Home Is Where The Heart Is

pretty self-explanatory I guess it is just about divorce, broken families, not feeling at home in your own house anymore

We grew up in the generation of broken hearts and broken homes
Instead of having family dinners, we'd rather just be left alone
We try to mend the voids and holes and make a brand new start
If they say home is where the heart is, then I guess I don't have a heart

They say home is where the heart is, then where do we keep the hate?
I keep it in my back pocket, can't seem to throw that thing away
I tried to leave it in the trash can, somehow it always finds its way back
It's the one thing I held onto, when everything else fell through the cracks.

I never felt so free as the day I went out on my own
Trying to turn this old apartment into some kind of makeshift home
I'm away from all the bullshit but I guess we've always known
We can't stand to be together, and we can't stand to be alone.

Things are looking up right now, and I think we'll be okay
The only thing that saved me tho was getting myself away
May have lost some confidence and respect here in the end
But there's one thing that I know for sure, you can't go home again.

They say home is where the heart is, then where do we keep the hate?
I keep it in my back pocket, can't seem to throw that thing away
I tried to leave it in the trash can, somehow it always finds its way back
It's the one thing I hold onto, when everything else falls through the cracks.

Author's Note

this was originally a song that I wrote, I altered it slightly. Tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Cassandra]

I also sometimes feel as if home is not the best place to go. People can exist there that love you but when the hate in the home overwhelms the love.. it's all that shows through. You really hit the nail on the head with this poem/song.. I thought it original how you kept the hate "in my back pocket".. far enough to be out of your direct thoughts and yet close enough to surface again if it was accidentally plucked out... a nice grasp on the turbulence of a broken home.

[Ruabanrion]

I can definitely imagine it as a song, and also relate to the feeling behind it.