Here I Lay

I'm laying here on this warm soft bed, not thinking of life's joys instead,

Just waiting for my life to start. I thought it sounded pretty smart.

So I packed a bag, ran out the door, not even sure if my feet made a sound on the floor.

I left my house, my friends, my pets, to start a life with no regrets.

I was happy then, but what went wrong?

I'm laying on this cold hard cot, just waiting for my life to stop. When I hopped that bus to far away....

I have regretted every day.

I met some 'friends' the first week out. It made me want to scream and shout.

They offered me things I'd never saw, but assured me I wouldn't get caught by the law.

One of the boys within my group told me I was pretty cute. I told him no, but he wouldn't quit. I screamed and yelled and cried and hit.

He just kept going, he wouldn't stop. He told me not to call the cops.

I'm laying on this sweat drenched bed, trying to clear the images from my head.

I feel like starting over again, for I fear that this will never end. But once I move I'll surely regret leaving behind the people I've met.

My quest for a new home will never end, because every new life I start is destined to end.