Belonging is where your heart is
and where you find the most utter comfort
in the people and your surroundings.
Belonging is where you call home.

Belonging is where you find bliss
in every little thing you put effort
into without being concerned and doubting
of what corner you turn or roam.

But what is this feeling that I get in this town?
What is it that I lack to make myself feel at home?
I can’t seem to shake the hatred off my worn out bones
or shed the memories of what has been making me drown.

In a sea of pain and regret
is where i drown.
It’s where I have made my home.
In a dark hole I dwell in my thoughts
but yet I feel my destiny is not set.
There is more for me to reach for.

Every passing minute I am crawling out of this hole
And as every passing day grows by,
I am knowingly aware that it will get better.
Either it be with someone or by myself,
I know anywhere but here I will feel whole.
No longer can I stay at bay but reach for the sky
No longer can I dwell in this gloomy weather
but let the rays of the sun fill my soul.

Belonging is anywhere but here.
I dread and hate this place.
Can it be to leave or disappear
I will not give up on this race
to find my belonging.