life wants to squeeze me
into the smallest possible space my soul screams and shots and sounds that get unheard I am in my room, singing for the first time ever and i hear a knock on the door reminder my space is shared, even in living. here its not my own oh Lord how I long for my own home where no one can kick me out and i can have friends over and it doesn't uproot my life the guy was lying because he wanted money someone to pay the rent so he doesnt have to we have nowhere to go but God guides and wisdom is great idk why he has to hide i'll send a text I guess