Home is where the heart is.
But my heart keeps searching.
Weary from the pain
The memories
The thoughts
The actions
The people.
I have no home to go to
It's all gone away
My thoughts
My words
My innocence
Was all taken away.
The only edges
That I'm holding on to
Are my pencils and papers
Who help me
go through my day.
What has happened to me?
I feel lost and helpless.
My mind is aching
And my body is hurting.
I lay awake
Trying to dream.
Figuring out,
What tomorrow would bring.
Hopefully someday
I will find my way,
And a home
Worth staying in.
YOU ARE READING
Youth
PoetryThings I wish I could be, thoughts I wish I would not have, feelings I wish I could ignore and things I wish I could speak up for.
