a place

Do you ever long for a place for the

mangled

the dismembered

tortured souls

So much wanting

to fit in to the

damaged and distraught

that you ran away from the life

you wished for your loved ones

You gave it up,

you set it free.

You gave it up

to feel a part of something important

You gave it up

because you want to find

a place

where you don’t have to be a stranger to yourself

Destroy yourself countless times.

Devastate your expectations

Run away from the light that exposes the need to feel wanted.

Hide away in a deep dangerous state

Don’t let them find the places you sell yourself

for worth

If you decide to abandon everything that gives you

hope

then maybe, one day, you’ll be privileged enough to be

damaged

broken

and weak enough to feel an ounce of self worth

maybe even strong

enough to write about it