Started walking,Not even talking
Been a rough patch, But I commit to myself and watch my own back
Always caused issues, too much loss of trust
Everyone I loved was a bust
Was afraid of getting close
But this is the path I chose
Wanted to keep a distance
Life is colorful judging by the pigment
Then got complicated and got different
Got my backpack and a duffle bag thats all the home I need
By a fire or in my front seat, Back then I was lucky to eat
Scratching my head hoping for a warm place to sleep
But refuse to reach out so I search for a good tree
A tarp and hoodies for me
Needed some comfort so I bust out a journal to write
Cried myself to sleep but eventually I felt alright
The silence was evil but spoke the truth
I stopped complaining then started searching result from the youth
But then felt used
I promise to never open again
Feels like I never belonged to the so called place heaven, I'm insecure agaian!
But mama told me to keep a little bit of home in my back pocket, got my heart on locked down so I'm a lock it