A place I should be,
A place safe,
Issue is..
I don't know where that place should be.
I am forever alone,
In my mind,
With worry and anguish.
but to feel safe,
sounds like a dream,
where I wish I could be.
Home is a word many use for were they live,
In that case,
My home is hostile,
Unsafe for me.
I'm confused on what to do,
I've lost all motivation.
To be free,
Feels like a memory.
One from far away,
too far for me to see.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a mended artist.
Poetrythis will be a part two to my other set of poems. please read them but they are not needed to understand these. These will be much sadder than my original ones usually.
