Scratch Online

How do we allow ourselves to become so tangled?
succumb to a mangled mess
where all our threads cross in positions of hopelessness
I can’t even figure out who I am
I want to know how it feels to stand on solid land
no plans for failure, just wasted hope, eventually it all goes up in smoke

Where do I go when you’re all I’ve ever known?
and even I know, you’re all I ever want to know
please, don’t let me go

Does time help, does it ease the pain?
is there a way to escape,
am I supposed to feel whole again?

Please don’t tell me to go home
even I know,
I’m not going anywhere alone