Dark Place

I have a home, a bed, some food, and a family...

Though not a day goes by where there is not a calamity.

Not a fight, war, or diaster occurs...

My mental state becomes a blur.

Words hurt, some more than a knife...

Words that hurt enought to lead to thoughts of ending your life.

Getting bad enough that you pray...

Though you've never beleived in God a single day.

I wish, oh how I wish I could just get out of here...

I know I'm tough but I can't help my fear

Day after day, time slowly ticks by...

Tear by tear, I can't help but cry.

Not sure what's next but it's clear to see...

I can see it in the distance, I'm almost free.

So here I wait anxiously, not sure of my next move...

I'm stuck in a place I don't consider my home, with everything to lose.