It's not where you come from
It's not where you've been
It's not your bad choices
Nor the guilt that flushes in
It's not the people staring
Nor the thoughts in your head
It's not the voices saying
That you're better off dead.
It's the people that's around you
The people that you know
It's the songs that's on repeat
And the poems you read alone
It's the sun rising in the morning
And it's the raindrops splashing to the ground
It's the love that which surrounds you
And the home that you have found.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
It's not where you come from
It's not where you've been
It's not your bad choices
Nor the guilt that flushes in
It's not the people staring
Nor the thoughts in your head
It's not the voices saying
That you're better off dead.
It's the people that's around you
The people that you know
It's the songs that's on repeat
And the poems you read alone
It's the sun rising in the morning
And it's the raindrops splashing to the ground
It's the love that which surrounds you
And the home that you have found.
I found a home. It's not a place, it's not a "somewhere", it's someone.