I am an outcast.
I am a nothing, a no one.
I'm crazy enough to believe that I'll be a something, a somebody.
"Just you wait..."
I've been lost, found, believed, and decieved three ways to Sunday.
Some days I'm able to find comfort in the fact that I'm not alone, when most days alone is my only company.
I float in an ocean devoid of fish and I'm so concentrated on the emptiness that I've forgotten how to float.
I'm drowning now.
Sinking so far I see stars in the void.
My hopes and dreams compacted into white hot balls of passion, but the farther I sink the more these stars fade from existence.
There's no supernova. No bright blast of power as another part of my soul disappears. Just silence. A candle extingishing from lack of oxygen.
And I'll sit and watch till all my stars are...
gone.
AN: Thanks for reading! Oh, and I have a question for all of you. What should I name this poem, cause I have no idea what to name it and I suck at names anyway. XD
Leave you suggestions in the comments!
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