Have you ever felt trapped, and stuck?
Have you ever felt uncomfortable?
Have you ever felt that way with someone that should’ve felt like home?
Have you ever written on tear stained paper?
Have you ever been unable to sleep as the time got later and later?
Have you ever been uneasy?
Have you ever felt unneeded?
So glad I got away from that place
But sometimes I still kind of need my space
Because someone that should’ve been my home had toxic walls
And took away my ability to breathe
And those toxic walls caved in down ontop of me
And I’m stuck still learning how to free myself from all the debris