Ashes linger in the car
that was once my safe haven.
I would sit in there
and relax, let loose,
smoking marijuana,
and listening to songs
to validate my feelings.
Those times are over--
there are no more.
And my hopes of getting better
have gone out the door.
Set me free from this place they call home.
It is a place foreign to me now.
My family knows not my bounds,
but knows how to bind me
in this place that I want to be set free from.
