A/N: I wrote this for my school's writer's club, for the stimulus "I'm Missing You, Missing Home, but Not Missing"

I can't it handle anymore,

I'm missing you, my dear,

So loud, I can't hear myself,

I can't walk out the door.

I can't hear your cries anymore.

No more can I reach the top shelf,

I'm tied to the floor.

I'm tired, my dear, I'm missing home,

I'm trapped, my dear.

There's no way home, I'm not lost, not missing,

I'm stuck here, my dear.

In this dome of shame, I'm not lost, my dear.

I'm not missing my dear.

Don't worry, my dear. I'm here.

I can't handle this anymore, I can't walk out the door

I'm missing home, from where I am,

In this war, I'm trapped in a blanket of death.

I'm trapped in this place of hell description.

Don't worry, my dear. I'm here.

I'm stuck here, my dear. I'm not lost, not missing.

Don't worry, my dear.