All out of band-aids

When a hurricane strikes  
Lives lost, homes destroyed  
No schools, no supplies store  
Hospitals packed with others worse off than you  
but it doesn't feel like that,  
Who else lost everything?  
The HOME where I share memories  
Of..the hole in the wall,  
When I fell off my bike at the age of 9 and cut my knee,  
What about the the laundry room door where my mom wrote my height through the years,  
All my journals, art work, and photos  
Now I'm in a packed rescue center, over filled with strangers, families sleeping just feet away  
This isn't my home  
My school is gone, opened up, exposed, in ruins  
Every place that I have ever known.. gone  
I want food, water, my own clothes  
I want one more day to be alone in my room  
Me and my family are just one of the many  
It's hard to believe one day I had a place  
And today I don't know where I belong  
The hospital said that we aren't a serious case  
We have to wait, others have limbs missing  
Others are worst off?  
...What if there are no more band-aids?