My Place

They all have a place to be

To be at school, home

College or in office

But I have nowhere to be

Every place is haunted by someone’s crimes

That tells me to run upwards on a hill

And just jump off in a valley

Death is the only place for me to be

About- This poem was written on June 28, 2025; 10:54am and is part of "Valleys to Jump Into: The Trauma Chapter".