Traveling Back to the place I called Home

I walk up the path that I used to ride my bike to school everyday
The bike tracks are still imprinted into the dirt
I walk up to the door as I take a deep breath
I open up the door to the place I used to call home

I expected my parents to come hug me
Maybe even yell at me for being gone so long
But after I checked almost every room in the house I realized
They are not here.

I walk into the room that used to be my room.
The whole house is empty except this room
I sit on my bed and heard a crackle
I move to the side and notice there is a paper.

'Terrible Biking Crash: 13 year old killed while biking'

I bite my tounge, and realize.
They left the place I call home
What they called home
They wanted to forget I ever existed.

And that is when I realized
I was forgotten...


Credits to Me...

Nice one! Depressing, but nice ^_^

Thanks, this is like the first poem I have written in a looooong time. I am no poet xD

This is really great. ^.^

Aw thanks!