“You seem to be doing better since we went to see the counselor” she says
Obviously she can’t hear me singing through my walls every night even though they usually seem paper thin
“I love for a place where my soul can go
Where i won’t feel alone and i’ll be at home
I long for a place where i don’t want to leave
Every night it contemplates then goes with the breeze”
I long for a place where i can reach out knowing a hand will be there to catch me
I long for a home without a sunset to miss
I long for a liar and cheater on my doorstep who begs “baby please just let me in”
I long for a ride all the way to Cali just to see what trouble i will cause
I long for a day with no hurt slowly pouring out of my heart
I long for a day with no anxiety knocking at my back door
I long for a day where i don’t question what i’m here for
I long for the day i come to see i am who i want to be
I long for the day that i will finally be living freely and happily
So no, i’m not really doing better
I just know the end will be sooner
Because the first step
Will be starting very soon