It's one o'clock
and I am still awake.
I am lying in my bed,
trying to sort the thoughts in my head.
Not even close to crying,
still I think my heart is dying.
I've never found a place
that feels like home,
and can't seem to shake
the feeling of being alone.
I can't believe I'm back here again.
I just want to know how it feels,
to be with someone real.
A place to crash
when life turns black.
But all my dreams are gone,
because there's just no one
who understand who I am.

- Jessica Lundholm