A lonely path,
Made of gravel stones,
They hurt my legs,
They take me home.
A world made of magic,
Of sunshine and dew.
A world made of fantasias and morning blues.
I sit alone,
A prophecy,
A glare,
My life crumbled,
I couldn't repair,
The wounds bled blood,
Crimson and dark.
She told me,
In her white coat of unending lies,
"your something else,
Something that should hide"
I wept,
My sadness was shallow,
How could a lake seem like a sea full of shadows?
My hands reached towards unhealthy ways,
Of the dirty knives and words of false positivity.
I am too young to feel,
That's what they said.
Am I too young to feel sadness?
To feel sorrow,
To feel suffocation
And unending tomorrows?
Am too young to know?
To understand things that millions need thousands seconds to know?
Is it sad,
That I know what sadness feels of?
A lonely path,
Only me.
I am the shadows
That set me free.
I wasn't ready for the game of hide and seek.
I couldn't win against this huge monster, made by me.
Its claws were too sharp,
Its words too loud,
Its laughs too empty
And expectations too much for me.
I want to hide,
Hide from this pile of insecurities.
Love me,
Please.
A kingdom built upon false happiness,
A false kingdom built upon sadness.
Call it what you want;
Stupid,
Faggot,
Idiot
Fatso,
Fatass
But,
It will always be just me.
A lonely path takes me home,
To a place undiscovered and unknown.
A lonely path,
Made of gravel stones.
