Without any motivation
I go through an empty box called my room.
I was looking around for anything I had to miss.
Anything, I don’t care, as long as I could figure out why we had to move again.
Although my room was empty,
I felt the answer was here somewhere…..somewhere.
Me and my family move a lot every single year.
I wish I could figure out why
But, instead I go through my empty dark room feeling lonely.
Just the thought of what my friends would say makes me feel sad
“Where’s the boy with the ring full of keys?”