Belonging doesn’t mean whatever this is, This stomach pit of guilt drowning me in sorrow It doesn’t mean bedridden for the inconveniences I cause to others Not when they don’t care.

But what if they will care when they find out? The secret I’ve kept was spilt with the blood from my heart, A deadly betrayal from my own dear friend Who told a secret not hers to tell. And now I’ll pay the price.

To fit in, to belong, it’s all I ask for, Drawing each breath from the replay of it all, Clutching onto them like a cliff edge And the water’s to far down to see if it’s even there. What will I do?

Belonging, as I understood, was to trust and forgive. I got swept up into a heist I opposed And now I cry that they will blame me. For guilt hangs onto my every cell and I know I can never belong where I am not wanted.