I was told to search for a purpose

Where can I purchase it?

I was told to try harder

to be a little smarter

People say love is real

I'm sick of it

How could I agree, if I've never felt it?

All I'll ever be is a misfit

I don't fit in anywhere

It's feeling kind of bare.

In this place I call my home

No one to talk to, No one to hold

I feel like a puppet, I am being controlled 

I don't know who to trust

or should let them all go?

Finally let the demons have there way?

Cause none of my friends never really stay

All I'll do is push you away

I don't want you to deal with the demons 

They can't stop the bleeding

It's okay, I'm fine

All I really do is hide behind my lies

Sooner or later I'm gonna pay the price

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