Where You Belong Poem by Brandon Nothing

I am lacking but hoping for you to understand
I am losing the touch, to what I really am
Just hold onto my oh so boring story
Some day it may be worth more than you or me
When I fall I begin to lose it all
Now I am just as sad as you
In one hand there is soil in one hand there is salt
I can choose whether to live or to die
But in the end we all have a suicide to eat
I always will be glad I found you
But I don’t think I can ever get around you
The truth hurts more than a lie ever could
And you will forever be right where you should