🎧all we wanted was a place to feel like home
That's why we parted
From our ways to heal our souls
I'm a small town miserable man
That does what he can🎧
My friend knows what she will do.
My friend found a job.
She found a place to call home.
She was at her worst and that gives me hope.
I don't even know where to start.
I sleep in a different bed every night.
I have to force myself to eat a proper meal.
I have to discover what I have a passion for.
"If you can do anything what will you choose" they ask you,
I have no answer,
No where to turn.
I just want a place to call home.
I want a room with a roof over my head.
I want to find love but not a lover.
I want to understand this weird ache in my chest.
I want to talk to someone about how I want to cry,
tug at my heart until it's out.
Squeeze my eyes until the tears are gone,
Just squeeze my eyes like it's a fruit being made into juice.
But then again when someone tells me to talk about how I am,
I redirect the question,
And ask about them.
I don't know whether this is a rant,
a poem or maybe both
I just want someone to hear me
Before I fully break
My friend wants me to move in with her,
Live together,
get a job,
It all seems so...
I'm growing up too fast
And I don't know which way to turn.
I took over 50 classes in high school,
Yet none of them taught me how to become an adult,
No one taught me how to move on to the next step in life.
I may just be nervous,
because I'm soon to graduate.
Or I may just be worried,
my friend and I will fight.
I don't know what it is,
I'm just not ready to let go of being a kid.
