I hate the walls closing in on me
everyday feels like an argument waiting to happen
I rarely want to go home
go home to the jail I'm kept in
a place where my opinion means little
a place where my happiness means little
I hate it
my room is a little safer but not by much
I lay in my sheets of my bed tossing wanted to be safe
I no longer felt safe here
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna matter
I hate it here
there are memories of the dead
memories of when I was happy
memories of when I wasn't hated
I hate it here
who said they could trap me like this
who gave them the right
what proof is there that they love
if they did why heart me
who said this was how it was
I hate it
I wanna leave this
I just wanna go home to a place that feel like home
somewhere safe where I matter and I'm loved
-kj
YOU ARE READING
poetry she wrote
PoetryI'm emotional and dramatic what a perfect recipe for poetry I suppose. so here I shall right about pain, happiness, and love. I expect no one to pay attention or omage. yet if you do I'll honestly be a little greatful. I won't lie I like to be notic...
