turns out, they love me

many times I'm alone

thinking, crying, stay still

lock up in my room

curl up, feel small

hug myself, hurt

feeling empty, but safe

                        am I deserve to live?

I want to live

            to feel alive

I want to go

                far, far, away

but I can't..

         lock myself up

withdrawal from everything, everyone

they try so hard

               to pull me up    

               to save me

               to keep me, moving

                                  push forward

turns out,

they love me

it's just me,

                    the problem

                    can't communicate

                    can't open up myself

to tell the people that I love,

that I don't know

        what am I doing?

        what I want?

        what is my purpose in life?

it's hard for me, to do anything

still alive, barely breathing

in this room

my own cave

where I belong

the effort they give

to remind me, that

they are my home

turns out,

they love me.