When I fly, when I catch fire, no one will stop me. No one will take me back to where I was born.
My past keeps trying to drag me back down. I am finally escaping hell and I refuse to go back, although the visions, the voices, and the ghosts follow me.
After all these years it's ingrained in my soul. How can I survive this haunting? I don't know, but if I give up, they win.
It's hard having such an old, wise soul. So much knowledge. So many ghosts. You don't fit in. But they say you're a great person with a pretty face, so you're not really an outcast, right? Wrong.
It's agonizing for someone who despises both loneliness and popularity and yet longs for both things at once.
I am of this world, but I want to fly away. But I can't sprout wings. I am slowly losing hope.
Help me learn to fly.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Survive: Collected Poems
Puisi~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
