I write poems,
I write home.
Missing everyone
And I feel alone.

State of sunshine
Not in my mind.
"How you doing?"
I'm doing fine.

But that's a lie
And I wanna die.
All I got here
Is to get high.

My dad is here
But he cause tears.
Verbal abuse
Lingers near.

Words hurt but he don't know.
Only 5 months but it went slow.
Plan landed and I came home.
Now I no longer feel alone.