We feel homeless
the sense of no belonging
we feel empty
the type that Never feels loved
it's a place no one wants to find themselves
it's dark and cold
wishing for someone to hug you
anyone to care
but the cruel world walks by not noticing
suicide kicks in but thoughts of love keeps the kick going
the drugs starts destroying those cells
making the cravings even more to forfeit
endless time
reaching for the heavens
and awoken by the sound of joy
© Layla Janerio