What else do you know about home besides how it falls apart?
I don't write about pain, because numbness is further apart.

I'm grateful for everyone who had power,
But never exercised it on me.
I'm hurtful for everyone who had power,
But never exercised it for me.

When I'm lost, I pause, i breathe
Ask a question kneeling down
Can you be buried and still be breathing?
To my surprise, my fears replied.

I put my favorite words in a bag and get ready to run
Sunsets, full moons, conversations, and pain.
To my disgust my bag was already packed.

For once let me be wrong about everything
For once let me smile with plight
For once, let me drop, pause and ask
And my fears donot reply.