To be treated as such an outcast that you don't find yourself belonging to any place or person. To be made a fool by the words you speak or the shape of your bones.
To feel like the last puzzle piece that doesn't belong to a grand picture.
There is no place on this earth that noticed your existence.
For the world deems you if no importance.
Your emotions turn numb, freezing your soul colder than the most powerful of winds.
You start to feel lost, like you aren't even breathing.
The only sign of life is your beating heart; and even that betrays your existence.
Just a lost puzzle piece, with no place for you.
There isn't enough space for your jagged bones.
So what's the point of all this?
Is there a point?
Pain demands to be felt and it will stab you when it pleases leaving no signs of remorse.
This world, this life — was it ever built on the foundations of happiness?
Or this sadness; this pain — was this the plan all along?
- feeling lost // r.g
