Waiting at Union Station

Sitting here regretting everything I did to land myself in this situation.

Why was I so blinded and naive to the hatred that came over me.

Having trust issues due to how my so called "family" has treated me.

Should I leave or keep sulking in my misery?

I've learned so much throughout this journey as far as what not to do.

The people who left me hanging with no one to run to.

No help in the middle of a city I don't even know the name of.

People keep coming up to me asking questions about all of the above,

But I can't tell if they are really concerned or just intrusive.

At this point I just want to cry.

I want to cry until I can no longer feel the pain burning inside me.

"How could they just leave?" I keep thinking.

No care in the world, that's what I see.

I feel like letting my cares go and drifting out to the sea.

Just let me be, let me be.

It's a struggle to stay focused on your goals.

So many distractions, it's starting to take a toll.

On my heart, my mind, my soul.

My soul, I know the wounds will heal,

But it's still disappoints me to know that no one will ever know or care how I feel.

Giving up is something that's been weighing on my shoulders,

But then I think of all the people that look up to me that I'd be disappointing. I already let enough people down.

I have the option to take the easier way out,

But I have to keep going.

I'm not just doing this for me,

I'm doing this for humanity.

To all the young people who feel like giving up, feeling like they have ran out of options. Look to art and your ancestors for guidance.