Nowhere to Go

Shelters aren't fun.

Don't let anyone say they are.

I just want to sleep and sleep. Sleep until all this is over.

I refuse, though. Something is rebelling. But it isn't helping how I feel.

Strangers are kinder than family. Is that how it's supposed to be?

How does one accidentally buy a bus pass?

Does it mean she cares?

The words that follow beg to differ.

I don't want to do this anymore.

I feel like it's all my fault. But that same part rebels. It's not my fault. It's not.

Then quieter; It can't be.

Pleading.

The world moves on. It doesn't care. Say what you will, but it doesn't care. Individuals care. Not the world.

I was okay until I realized how hopeless I am.