Different from this world.
Exempt from your group.
That is the oddness of this life.
Ain't unity the whole purpose?
Still, I am treated as another.
I smile.I play nice.
I do everything right.
But still, it isn’t enough.
It still isn’t enough for you.
The light shines through the cracks
The dark breaks slightly
And without sight of the pitiful stars
I drift away in the sound of your cries.
The blood runs on the bathroom tile
The silhouette of death stands before me.
I smile a little, tasting my salty tears.
Different from this world.
Exempt from the group.
That is the oddness of this life.
The oddness that I got tired of.
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Author:
roxanna (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2023 19:26
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
hopefully the graphic self harm imagery
is just to emphasises the despair
in your poetic voice..
outliers and outsiders
are two sides of the same coin
a flip of fate
and now the nerds rule Hollywood
that's not saying it's not hard
solitude and loneliness
can also be two sides of the same
painful coin...
I think our best option
is to try and survive long enough
for the universe to remember
we too, Matter!
(hope things get better, stay strong
thanks for sharing)
Thank you dear!
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