I’ve been sitting here for days. Numb from the neck down, drowning in my sorrow. Everything scares me, I'm starting to feel like there might be something wrong, but I can't seem to put my finger on it. When I get nervous, I bite my nails down until there isn't anymore, and my head slowly goes into my lap; the car doors outside sound like bombs, and the voices in my head are making the footsteps sound like they are fleeing.

I guessed someone who was going to love me came into the room. I thought somebody who loved me came to get me, but no one that I thought would love me came into the room at all. I've been sitting here for days. It's been seven years since I have been here. Honestly, I’m tired of doing the same thing every day. I am slowly getting numb in my mind, body, and soul. I know to deserve to be in a home, but the clock is ticking; I’m getting older day by day. Will, there ever be a home for me?