Neighborhood

You made a home out of me.
Somewhere you could run to when times get tough.
I opened the door.
Every time.
I let you abuse me,
and no not physically
but, emotionally & mostly mentally.
Yea, you may of hurt me
but, in the end, I hurt me.
That's something that I'm willing to swallow.
You told me I wasn't alone,
only to find out I wasn't your only home.