My heart is tired,
Broken.
I don’t know how to heal the damage,
the cyclone of people that have abused it.
I love,
and hate this place.
I feel at home,
but alone.
I am scared to death to make friends,
for only a handful have been decent.
You abuse my family,
You lose me….
Things breaking,
Can’t get ahead.
Violence and hatred,
everywhere…
No one cares for anyone anymore…
I’m tired,
I’m broken….