Don\'t speak,
i know what you\'ll say.
on the way home,
whats left of it anyway,
its always the same.
\"feel sorry for me,
i\'m scarred,
i was abused,
nurse my pity for me.\"
thats all you ever seem to say.
what about us?
how can i hurt?
are you the only one?
the only unresolved anger?
the only untreated pain?
am i allowed the luxury?
when can i feel?
i\'m never really home.
i can never feel safe.
i simply don\'t belong.
wheres my home?
wheres my refuge?
where do i belong?
am i lost forever?
too lost to be found?
is my existence useless?
am i worthless?
nothing?
someone save me.
i\'m drowning.
but hear my screams.
no one can hear me.
i\'m too far gone.
