This House Isn't My Home

You can try to drill it in my head all you want.
But my heart will never feel that.
This spot keeps being built upon.
Yet all I see is everything on it falling down.
There's suppose to be this peace and happiness.
All I see is chaos and sadness.
I've lied for years to others and myself.
I've pretended for everyone and I can't do it anymore.
They say home is where the heart is.
Well this house has no heart to it.
It is a struction that is crashing to pieces.
It is filled with nothing but negativity in it.
Smiles were rarely worn it was tears mostly on our faces.
My heart here in this house just feels dead.
My soul is in a thick blackness when in this house.
My mind is screaming from the walls speaking to me.
As if the current issues weren't enough to deal with.
There's so much pain and misery throughout this house.
I don't think it's ever brought true joy to it.
I know I don't regret what I have to say about it.
Because it is truly how I feel and have felt.
This house isn't my home.