Sep 12

On the Dock

I wish I could fly away.
                 Far, far, away.

Away from the hurt, and the pain.
                Away from the give, but never the gain.

Along the border I would walk
               The border of love and hate

The place I call home nevermore.
               The place I was never set free.

Was I even meant to be?
               What if I'm a mistake?

If I can't spread my wings,
               If I can't fly,

What gives me the reason,
             Not to die?


Because here.
On the dock.
 

I.    Am.     Free.

 
Sep 12

First Day Fiasco

Tossing, turning, I just can't fall back asleep. I look over my shoulder and nearly curse. It's still only 2:00am, but it feels like I've been lying here for 100 hours. I begin to roll over, but stop myself not wanting to roll into my brother. He decided to sleep in my bed because he was nervous for his first day. But when I look, he's not there. Confused, I take in a breath to stand up, and gag, realizing at once what had happened. Touching were he was confirms it. He had wet the bed, and deserted me. This time I really do curse. I sigh, and shuffle out of bed. I go into my parents room and collapse on the bed. All of a sudden I'm exhausted, and fall right asleep