𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.
(Poems)
Notice: This contains themes of sorrows, pain, death and suicides, if you aren't comfortable with it, please don't report, I've already warned you.
I never belonged to humans, am I not like them? Like I'm a little stone among the heaps of gems. No, I am not saying that I belong nowhere, It's like "I am a part of flower",but a thorn in its stem.
I find solace in the moon's gentle glow and in the shadowed eclipse In the cat's soft purr and in the bird's sweet chirp Yet misery prevails.why I'm neither moon nor star? Neither kitten nor bird, but a human full of scars?
I'm too human for animals, and too animal for humans. Too object to be human and too human to be an object. As I've been pet like animal, by my own friends. Been used like an object, left alone to mend.
When the world exists in common, I exist in a contrast , And that's the origin of a new outcast. Who doesn't belong anywhere in this world, so vast?
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