Im trapped in a city not known as home.
The lights aren't nearly as bright.
I can see stars above me shinning in the night sky.
I close my eyes and wish I was home.
Homesick.
The struggles real.
My soul is on fire yearning to be with the ones I love dear.
A single tear slides down my cheek.
I am in a ball of confusion
Lusting for acceptance in this place I call hell.
I think im good enough, but I second guess myself.
The question is: Am I good enough?
No one can ever be enough or have enough.
A glass half empty, is a glass half full.
Life is nothing but a delusion
We set our sights high and shoot for the stars.
We are lost in wanderlust
We all want that sweet escape.

-Amber Rush