do you know, that i too cry?

do you know what it's like to not be able to go home

so heavy my throat  pit

remember yourself, remember yourself.

And then, i come back home, do not take off my coat and lay there on the floor

my poems are taking a dark turn i can't help it

this weird thing is happening there is a boy next to me

Take my hand, and follow me I'll

a lonely desolation crippling isolation