the place I called home

I did something I should have done a long time ago, but today wasn't soon enough and yesterday's past and tomorrow's looking darker than ever. I made my choices too late or not soon enough and I never could tell you the right things, and I loved a home with two open doorways, one to let my words and the other to let them out, and that door would slam behind them, and to think I couldn't see the workings of the house, how I couldn't see there was nothing at the top of the stairs I was climbing, only an end and drop off, and I fell, I fell so hard into you, i've broken all my bones for what I thought was love and there was nothing to break my fall, I'm laying on my back, water fills my eyes, and I almost wish I was still living in that fantasy, where I thought everything was okay, where I thought it was only a matter of time for everything to happen that didn't. Those days are long gone and the new are here to stay and that old home is decrepit and old but it still stands and I feel like I'm the foundation under all the weight of wood and brick, I can't take the weight, I can't take the weight.