This path of life,
In rubble, hurtful to the soul.
Horrid and unforgettable of what the past was like.
I want to forget that path,
And create a new life, fresh with no connections of hate.
Fly alone, somewhere.
Guide my thoughts to,
The real world.
No lying, no decival,
And I'm allowed to cry.
This place, happy,
With no fear.
Where am I?
Alone, crying.
