No One To Cry To, No Place To Call Home

I fooled them.
Tough words and careless shrugs - everyone will buy it.

I wouldn't wish those old feelings on anyone,
certainly not myself.
But they've made a home in the pit of my stomach,
to constantly make me sick
and brings tears over years upon years of hurt that go unfixed.

But they believe it doesn't matter to me.

No one knows me well enough to know better.
That in itself is what makes me sad.

My own fault, perhaps.

Take A Bite, Do A Dance & Get Lost On A Crusade

If I ever feel unappreciated again

in any aspect of my crazy li'l life,

this is my reminder 

to get up,

get out

and get happy.

Just go.

With all the amazing people and opportunities around,

why waste time on on the negative or controlling?

Life is too short to be chained to bad situations.

So I'm leaving them all behind.

You can't catch me.
But you can try.