Swirling thoughts all throughout my head,
Come to me as I lay in bed.
What will become of I, and of you?
Is this something I can get through?
Such a drastic change in little time,
Hell I don't even know what is left to call mine.
Stripped of a life that wasn't to bad.
Back then I still had a dad.
My family wasn't falling apart,
now they're not sure where to start.
And now all these thoughts are going through my head,
Maybe I'll write a little poem here instead.
Because it is much to hard to handle with these things gone unsaid,
I wish I never had to leave this bed.
