Empty
Everything made to perfection
You sit down in a chair
But it was just for looks
Other then a mother making the food
The kitchen is full of cooks
The tile is so clean you could eat off it
It’s so pretty, yet in your soul is a pit
It feels like a premade kit
Just a place to sleep and that’s it
You feel like mouse
This is a house
It feels so cold
This is not a home
Home isn’t about fancy th...