I've been hiding somewhere on small
Biting nails and staring at the wall
I've been quiet cause I've been sad
Getting older seems kinda bad
Good-byes are getting harder
Seeing my friends leave farther
I can't stop life from moving on
But if we're onto a new path, well come on
We'd walk a new life together
YOU ARE READING
I'm no longer home
PoetryA bunch of random poetry that I wrote during my first year of moving abroad for college. It is a cry for help. Its homesickness. It's change.
