kayla

its hard to be myself if i dont know who i am

[xoxokaylaaa]

Home used to feel warm, a safe place to stay,

but somehow that feeling just faded away.

The walls are still standing, the rooms are the same,

yet nothing feels right and I don’t know the name.

The laughter is quieter, the silence is loud,

I feel so alone even lost in a crowd.

The faces I know are still gathered near,

but every word spoken just disappears.

I walk through these hallways I’ve known all my life,

yet everything cuts like the edge of a knife.

The house still exists, every window, each door,

but it doesn’t feel like my home anymore.

And maybe the saddest thing I’ll ever know,

is watching a place I once loved let me go.

[xoxokaylaaa]

I was a house with no windows,

a sky that had forgotten its stars.

Fear curled through my ribs like ivy,

and loneliness echoed in every room.

Then a dinosaur found me.

Not a creature of bone and time,

but a sunrise wrapped in scales,

a lighthouse with a beating heart.

Where it walked, flowers woke.

Where it looked, shadows thinned.

And suddenly the darkness inside me

became a place where light could stay.