You know
what it's like
To be lost.

To want back something
you never actually had,
so desperately
it doesn't hurt anymore.

To believe in something
you know never existed,
and you know never will
where you're at.

To want escapism
you know you can't afford,
and though not actually here
you need to leave.

To believe you can run
even though you're repressed,
and occasionally conclude
There are things here to love.