For years all I wanted was a box to call my own A place where I'd exist and think And I could believe in anything I wanted to But now that I have it cupped inside my hands It seems the accommodations are more scarce than I had planned Because only I fit in to my plans Only I fit in Now I feel more alone than I have ever been
So how do I tap into the hope I know is in me when my heart is emptying all of the words that I've been feeling Remind me how it hurts To feel like I've been doing nothing with my life And even though I'm trying Small accomplishments don't seem to mean enough
When my heart is in my stomach and my stomach is underfoot I know I need to get over this I can't spend the rest of my life writing poems about being sick God knows our problems aren't easily fixed But within our reach is medicine It's up to us to taste and see it We were not meant to exist like this
I'm not happy where I am But I don't know where to go I concentrate on everything That makes me feel alone I'm losing faith in conversation I'm losing purpose for my plans