It Whose?

It crumbles
Like a house that isn't a home
​​​It hurts
Like the first ride on a bike
It yells
Like on that first fight 
It screams
Like a mother losing her child
It sufocates
Like the first speech i've kept
It melts
Like a snowflake in a palm
It's forsaking
Like the childhood memories
It's haunting
Like the mistakes of the past
It's blaming
Like that ugly bully
It hugs
Like a bush full of thorns
It rejects
Like oil and water
Yet 
Yet
Somehow I am here
Even after all of this
With the words 
I
Miss
You
I've failed, but whom? 
Me or them i should asume
Freedom is all i crave 
But the mind makes me, once more, 
It's slave