Lost as I'm used to.
Can't return home and neither wonder around like a fool.
Cause the cost of my fear is always so high that I still end up almost getting killed by it.
But you can't understand something like that ,and now, faceing you getting mad at me for something I can't control would be too much for me to deal.
And I don't have a home, there is no place for me in this world it seems.
So I get desperate at this thought, so real and hurtful that it just won't leave me alone.
And I once prayed that everything could end, while there was no way for makes me stop to shake.
I once loved to had attention, I now fear every single look from every single person.
Cause I know behind those eyes you can't see any beauty inside me.
And I would rather run for the eternity then let you ruin the things I love of me.
And I don't ask you to get it, cause it would be too painful, but would be enough to respect it.
But you joke around when someone fear the darkness, such a fool you say, why are you scared of what can't hurt you?
Lacking of empathy.
Such a fool, I just can't go home.
Such a fool, I still crave for love.
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Today started so badly but soooo badly😵💫 ik no one is reading this story, but I like to write these poetries so Idc
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Called home
Poesíawhat do you call home? a place, a person or a memory? maybe a song, a picture still inside your room... maybe them all, maybe nothing can let yourself feel calm enough to call it home. A lot of different scenarios with different experiences, what w...
