Hirarth
(n.) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief, for the lost places of your past
August 7
White paint litters the new walls
and the beds are this light shade of blue
with a rusty, white bed frame
that I hate.
Get me out of this place.
This is not my home
and I’m treated as if I’m crazy,
looked at as if I’m crazy.
I’m not crazy.
And they make me take these nasty pills
that taste like the medicine your mother gave to you when you were sick as a child.
My mind is anxious
and I can’t remember my home.
I don’t know the color or the street name.
I don’t know the exact scent that I swear I remember.
I don’t remember if I had a mom or dad.
I don’t remember anything.
I just need my home.
That’s where it was safe.
I need to go back home.
That’s where it was safe.
I need to go back home.
That’s where it was safe.
Please, let me go back home.