I really need a new home,
My current one is filled with dust and cracks.
You can barely live in it it's so awful.
If I could make a new home I know just how I would build it.
I would start by laying the foundations for new relationships,
Then add a few walls of trust,
Maybe even a few windows for a little perspective.
Next, I'd add some doors of opportunity,
And fill the rooms with books and knowledge.
Finally, I would invite people,
Who always smile and laugh to live with me.
That is the kind of house I want to live in,
Not this old thing.

We only really hate what we do not fully understand.

The only one who really needs to care is you.

I've been holding on for some kind of miracle,
But it seen like it's just time to let go.
No need to waste anymore time,
Wishing for false dreams.
For what is a wish but silent words,
Heard by no one but you.
Why do you think they never come true?

Page after page,
Day after day,
And yet it makes no difference.
You can't rid yourself of your problems,
With just a pen and some ink,
At least not permanently.
So what does it really matter if I write,
No one really cares,
It wouldn't matter to me or to them.

I don't think I'll write today.
I just don't think I have it inside me.
The feeling of joy and inspiration are are gone,
And I'm just sitting here.
Alone.
Cold.
I'm tired of feeling this way, day after day.
I just want to feel normal.
I want to feel like I belong.
What happened to the life I once had?
I don't even know who I am any more.
Who is this person that was once me?
Hello?
Where are you?
Why did you leave me?
I don't think I'll write today.