Misplaced

As if I have nowhere to go, I need a place to stay, cast out from my home avoiding further fray. Where am I to go? A place to rest my head. A place to feel at peace when my heart is filled with dread. Like a vagabond looking for closure to his travels, my future yet to be unraveled. Will it always be like this? When the ones I love I can't hold and kiss. I'm one who is misplaced, not in mind but in person, my soul in anguish in fear that my suffering will worsen. I cry for help! Out from this hell. I cry for one, can she hear me? Will she flee?