My only escape.

I have only my friends.
I can only be open with them.
Not all open,
But at least I'm more "me" than being with my family.

For the first time in my life of 17 years,
I felt like home is not the place to be.
I don't feel like going back home.
I don't belong there.

I fake things.
I fake my emotions.
I said I didn't care,
But no,
That's not the case.

I said I didn't care,
Because I was hoping I could.
When I was laughing over the shit of my life,
I was hoping that what I felt was real.
Happy.

Nobody knew right?
Because I'm already so good at it.
Laughing over my fucked up life.
My fucked up family.

School,
I prefer that over my own damn house.
My house, cold and nothing else.

I love my friends,
Cause that's literally my only shelter.