Source: youthvoices.net
Trying not to go there but it hurts.
It’s hard to keep on trying,
keep on losing, feeling grief
time after time.
I don’t want to wonder,
to think it’s me.
But harsh words creep into my head
silently, pervasively,
accusing me of bringing myself down
NEEDING too much.
NEEDING to be loved,
unable to live on friendships and
acquaintances alone.
Wanting some semblance of family,
before the years of dying,
losing my mom.
I want to rebuild a little bit
of home,
of a feeling I was cared for,
I lost years ago.
Unlearning the Fear 