[ In over my head, ]

In over my head,
everywhere I go I'm still at home.
Home is within me.
Home is where my heart is,
inside that cavity in my chest.

Never realized,
loneliness surfaces.
But I know I'm always home
anywhere I am.

Odd to think this way,
usually it's a place or your family.
Being alone in a new place
you need another to feel at home.

I am at home,
where my heart resides
that cavity within me.

the place where I will never leave.

My heart is mine and mine alone,
no one can truly steal it from me.
Even if I give a part of it,
it's not fully theirs.

I am my own, my one, my truth.
My home within my heart,
mind,
body and soul.

Feeling alone is a given,
but I'll always have me.

Author notes

Odd how you think of these things at 1 o'clock in the morning when you're supposed to be in school. Odd how I think of it anyway. Everyone and myself have considered me dependent on others...and I guess I just never embraced my heart. Never realized that I was home as long as I had myself, my soul.

I still find it peculiar to think this way to be honest. I'm always going to have those times when I feel alone and wish to be with my family and those I love.

But I think...I got fed up with people just pushing me aside when I needed them. Not coming to me when I was crying, just forcing me to deal with it myself. I wouldn't do that to you, why should you do it to me?
I tried to let someone help me, I did let someone in...I do let a select few in.