rejected by my own blood
all gates open for the flood
the lowest low has been reached
closer the isolation has itched
always left behind
not someone you'd want to find
not worth tagging along
life is but a brutal song
tears streaming down my face
because i really don't have a place
not even with my own family
i guess this is my new reality
no one even wants to be near me
is it because of my social anxiety?
have i ruined myself so much
that no one wants to be near my love?
i have none, i am forever alone
i figure I'm rotten to the bone
since no one wants me near
being alone is my biggest fear
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
