All I want is to be loved
By other humans,
My love for poetry is obscure
And it\'s okay to feel that way
For this world feels obscure...
I can\'t tell you the last time I was happy
And felt secure within myself,
Because there have been so many dark times
That took my joy
And my soul as well,
And no one really knows what I\'m feeling inside
Because I don\'t feel anything right now
And I blame the world for taking my soul
For my soul was once valuable
I want to go home with God now
Where there\'s really peace on earth,
And I don\'t want to feel this pain anymore
And I no longer want to be
The rejected one.