We’re In The Bad Place

The bad place, Places I’ve been, Places I’ve seen. Seeing is believing, But how can it be?

While the wind changes, And the autumn leaves fall, It doesn’t feel like home to me Anymore.

Nothing feels comfortable When the comfort itself Is too hurtful to bear. Feeling alone, Feeling desperate, Desperately needing to be understood. Heard.

"My pain is your pain," they say, But why are there no tears Running down your face?

So much hurt, So much anger. Angry at yours or my skin color— But why does it matter? Is it impossible for us all to just get along?

No wonder I feel so helpless, So drained of happiness. I’m sad all the time— Not just for the world, But for how I constantly feel— Alone.

I don’t want or need a boyfriend or girlfriend. I just want to feel supported. Loved.

I cry myself to sleep. The anxiety builds within me, Air rushing toward me like a violent gust of wind, Trying to consume me.

I just wish someone would hold my hand. And if I had a choice, I’d want no one else But my birth mama and papa By my side.

I miss them so much. And I know my life will be short Because if I don’t feel like I belong at some point, This truly is the bad place, And I’ve never felt more alone.