When the words "family" and "home" make you wince,
When simply being told there isn't enough room brings tears to your eyes,
When a text that takes just a little too long to come through makes your anxiety hit you like a bus,
When continuing on without the one thing you temporarily thought you had seems damn near impossible,
When the void where your praise should be is once again left empty,
When the belief that you had found a place evaporates,
When your heart aches so bad you can barely imagine how it continues to beat,
When your only thought for days is that one text message,
When you can't bear to tell anyone else what has happened because they would neither understand nor offer the necessary support for your crumbling ribcage,
When each passing thought brings a new lash of pain,
When you watch others have what you don't and another piece of your heart dies,
You may just begin to understand what it feels like to be born unwanted into a family full of enough love to wrap around the globe twice,
Because that love just isn't for you.