Sometimes I wonder where I belong.
Or perhaps if I belong at all.
I feel different than most.
Like my brain is wired in some insane way.
My friends all speak of joy and greatness.
I speak of sorrow and and death.
They speak of glitter and fairytale princes.
I speak of blood and serial killers.
They daydream of the perfect man.
I daydream of the perfect girl.
They sing along to boy bands.
I bang my head to screamo and rock 'n' roll.
Do I belong in this heaven of beautiful things?
Do I belong in the hell of the damned and forgotten?
Where do I belong?
Where do I go when death calls my name?
Do I belong?
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The Poetry of my Crazy Life
PoesiaThis book will be filled with poetry that I have written through out the past few years. Please be warned that some of these poems can get very depressing. For some of the poems I might give a background story to them (why I wrote them) so please do...
