Lullabies

I finally understand that I don't belong here. 

As much as I love it, as much as I lie about not being scared

I'm coming home.

I'm being sold, I have to be there,

locked behind my bars, my lullabies.

Alone.

Alone, locked inside my dark lullaby.

The place where I can taste the poison,

the place that I will always call home.