Written after being cut from varsity swimming with other emotional trauma. |
What is this place that I call my home? So pink, full of relics that seem not my own. They say that home is where the heart is, But my heart is not here, Only pieces and fragments of the girl I once was Pieces and fragments I still hold so dear Reminders of people who love me A million books I should read Mementos of my achievements That seem meaningless now. They weren't enough to get me where I want to go. I still want to go home, even though I am here In the place I call home Home is where the heart is But my heart is not here. I am anxious, I am shaking, I want to run, but I don't know where to go. I want to feel safe, but my safety is gone. That confidence, that arrogance, that strength that holds my head up When inside I feel like dying Is all that's keeping me from crying All that keeps my outside solid While my insides crumble. And I just wish that I could disappear Of that all of this could be a dream And that I could wake up and be at home But I don't know where my home is Because home is where the heart is And my heart has disappeared. |