TW- SELF HARM
My dreams different,
My motivations unique,
My logic lonely,
My heart feels so desolate in this foreign land.
But still, I walk amongst many others,
And a small part of me
Waits for the day
I'll meet someone just like me.
I can wait all I want,
But the world won't wait for me.
Who would be like me anyway?
Like me,
A mistake;
An error in this pre-planned society?
The thought of it is like a blissful dream,
But those never come true anyway.
Even if they existed,
They'd be dead by now.
Suddenly,
The air slits my wrist once again,
And a thick, black liquid runs down my arm.
Soon, the wound will no longer be concealable;
The pain can no longer be dealt with.
No rose petals for tears can dry it up this time.
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Venting In Verses
PoetryI vent here through my own poetry. The first few pieces aren't that good but I'm keeping them up to track my progress. So... enjoy, I suppose!
