Its unreal

What am I even doing here?

Writing poems all over the place

Phone, computer, notebook, diaries, mind, soul, on you, on them, on your fingers, on your eyes, lips, skin

What I am I doing here?

I want to be at home

I want to feel that I was always there- the feeling of leaving

My mom said she hated me

And that she wanted Ian to never be like me

But

I hate her too

It doesn’t stop me from being upset

Cause she puts on this happy, I love you face

And then does some sh*t like say she hates me instead of saying it to my face

My family is in Minnesota

It was never here

It was 

It was never going to be you

Or the people whose blood I shared

It was gonna be people

I met along this lonely road

It feels so weird to be alive

Here

Away

Far

I’m in the wrong chapter

I think it all got messed up and out of order

I’m not supposed to be here yet, Satan

I think you got your list messed up.

See? There’s my name. I’m not supposed to be here right now. This is for the future.

Put me back.

Please. 

You know I hate it here.

Yeah, I know who you are. And you know who I am.

Just make it right, please