Realizing how little you mean to everyone, is like waking up and
there being no sun.
No one to help shine the way
through life, your only friend
is a sharp knife
Living alone in an endless pitch
black, only wishing for the sun
to come back.
It's like watching as people start
to sing, but not being able to hear
a damn thing.
Then it's you understanding you
will never hear, just like no one
will ever be near.
So you try to burn down your
Throne, so you won't ever be
Alone.
It's realizing you're a nothing,
In a world full of somethings.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
