I never had a home.
I had a house yes, but you say that a home is where the heart is..
There was no heart here.
There was drinking...there was fighting.
Sometimes fighting with ones that shouldn't be fought with.
Unfair fights lost fast.
Here lies memories...memories that linger with ones soul and play over and over again in ones mind. Memories never forgoten...memories never spooken about.
But I look back at these old times and see what I am today.
How strong I have came to be.
How determined I am today.
It was all worth it.
The fighting.
The drinking.
It was all worth it.