You are probably wondering where I have been
I got lost for awhile
My hands could not hold on to my dreams anymore so I drifted away
The hourglass continued to run and time no longer served a purpose to me
I left for the mountains and hoped I would find that small flame once again
My legs collapsed underneath me and I decided to stay on the ground
My life stopped and no amount of faith or empty words could get me to where I needed to be
I stopped writing because I didn't think I had anything left to say
Broken pencils and crumpled up paper filled my floor and I was still empty
I've learned that people change people
And no amount of love that I could muster up would have been able to fill your soul
The sky bright with colors but I could only see in black and white
No amount of change could get me off the streets and back into your embrace
I was lost because I wanted to be
The map back to my old self was expired and I could no longer be the thing that everyone loved to throw away
If you are wondering where I've been then you have not been looking close enough
I am where I always am
In between my need for a blade and other people's approval
Because I am a mix of my father's disappointment and my mother's half lived life
He can never get things right
And she refuses to live fully
And I am equally her's as I am his
Life is only worth it if you put something into it
I haven't written because what more can I say
I'm coming back from the edge with empty pockets and messy hair
It shows that I haven't collected much and that I haven't been anywhere