My journal // a new home

I must have really pissed of god
somewhere down the road
i've never felt so down
so broken and alone

nothing but the clothes on my back
and your picture in my pocket
im praying it'll stop raining
but thats not gonna stop it

me and my parents will never stop fighting
it feels like i just don't belong
and with my paper and pen i'll keep writing
i guess until we get along..

im sitting under a bridge
and listening to my music
my friends offered me a place to stay
but i had to refuse it

the sun just came out
and a rainbow appears
my fingers are frozen
and so are my ears

im in a t-shirt
and im soaking wet
the weathers an issue
but hungers my biggest threat

i haven't eaten anything all day
and thats fine by me
i've gone longer without food
but its still something i need

i waited a couple hours
until my dad went to work
sneak into the house
and stuff my shirt

i borrowed a backpack from a friend
and we hung out for awhile
he said its been a long time since i've seen you
and even longer since i've seen you smile

i went back to the bridge
and opened the backpack
sat there for awhile
while i had a snack

i tagged under the bridge
to let people know i was there
telling them my story
just in case they cared