Anonymous, age 17.
Guilty of Goodbye
I need to get away and
I play the radio loud
When I drive in my car
Because it makes me feel less alone
And you are in the seat beside me
But you are not here
So I wave at everyone that we pass,
And it makes me feel less alone
My worth falls out, dignity worn thin
Everything circles around and back again
I cut the chains, I cut the switch,
And no longer do I have to feel alone
There may be no shoes larger
Than the ones I have outgrown
But, in time, you might understand
That nothing feels more like home
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