I am haunted by a past,
full of nightmares and a gun shot,
a melancholy day,
a restless night.

To when will I be,
at a place of a new me.
Here I am again.
Lost and never found.

I thought I was fine.
Little did I know
that I was wrong to say.
I was never fine.

A home is where
your undying heart stays.
I lost my home.
All I have is a place to live.

Every hour I am awake
at a place not a home.
I turn inevitably insane
like a gun unready to aim.

I am all alone.
Not a single one
can interpret what I feel.
Moreover, I am the black sheep.

Do I get to keep who I am?
NO--I can't.
I am limited to what I need.
How can I be better?

A water pipe that has a hole
can be fixed with a bit of tape.
However, it is never fixed
only pretending to be fixed --covered.

I was never fixed.
I was only pretending to be.
It's been a year,
and yet I am found at a grave.

Friends help.
Family don't.
I though we'd go as one
to overcome.

No one is listening.
I am watched over by
a ghost of
---nothing.