Most of my 10 years here I was on drugs drunk & getting stonned….

You never complained or ever moaned….

I Felt happy & cared for, for the first time in 35 years,…

All of my life basically,…

Never partied like I partied here,…

Broke down, cried got hurt, bled & medicated silly, fcuked over deeply but I picked myself up quickly,…

stood back up neat & tidy on my feet,…

Because I had you too come too because your my home,….

Every night, before I go too sleep my friends always hear me whisper & say,…

“Thank You for Putting a Roof over my Head”

But no one’s ever going too understand or listen,…

Or even comprehend,….

But its okay,… you know why?

Because your my Castle, your my flat, your my zone, your my Throne….

Your my Home…..

I remember sleeping on the floor with my head in the door frame because I felt close too the lie a pretend fake dream i tell myself of my flat knowing how much I adore her,…

I remember thinking my phone never rings social media is shit,…

Friendships don’t work out but I got this,…

But my home never complained not even the slightest bit,…

Every morning I wake up,…

I wake up knowing I’m blessed,…

And That thru difficult times we find out who’s the toughest,….

That’s why every night I go too sleep I always try my best too say

“Thank You Allah Taala”

& that you my home are amazing & blow you a kiss……….

I would not be who & where I am without you