Torn, lost and alone
I’m homesick to a place
I cannot call Home
I don’t have a place anymore
I don’t know where I’m safe
I’m trying to stay strong
But I’m hanging on by a thread.
I’m scared of myself
Because I don’t know who I am
I hate the unknowns
And yet, right now, I am the unknown
The vast quantity of questions
That spin around my head
That make my thoughts go hazy
With all the words left unsaid.
In a place I do not know
Surrounded by strangers
I can’t help but feel in threat
Because I don’t know the dangers.
Who can i trust, talk to or confide in?
Who will understand?
Who will see me for who I am?
Who will pull me from the quicksand?
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