Where Warmth Used to Exist

The once whole house is now empty. 

The house that was once filled with love has now lost it. 

The house I once called mine, never truly was. 

It was a place where I had to face my darkest days alone. 

And somehow make it out the other end.  

I am now in my new home,  

Where I make friends with animals, 

Where love is created by innocent souls whose purpose is to love you for who you are. 

But I cannot say that I can call it mines. 

It was the placed that I escaped to on nothing but adrenaline.  

To face even more dark days, truly alone.  

I still feel empty because I am alone here,  

Going weeks without any physical human interaction. 

I fear it because, unlike animals who cannot hurt you,  

Humans can and will.