Jun 11, 2020
I feel like I’ve lost my voice my identity my inspiration for living
stuck in time and place in a home with no love no appreciation no thanksgiving
I wish I could say goodbye I wish that the stars aligned I wish that with the freedom of life it didn’t cost a price of sacrifice
who’s the outcast who’s the blacksheep who’s the one to run her hands under the fiery friction of the sun’s heat
who feels inadequate, unloved, and incomplete who’s the only child who has the shoulder everything for the sake of peace? but is there peace?
I wish I could run I wish I could by gone by tomorrow
but I’m still here misunderstood keeping my mouth shut in the void and silence
