Sitting alone in pain,
Hiding in my dreadful shame.
This is my world- I created it,
This is where I'll have to sit.
No help can save me now,
I'm gone but I don't know how.
The sun hasn't seen my face in years,
Because of the ache in my heart that sears.
I built this world that I must call my own,
And I unplugged the outlet to my phone.
No contact with the outside world- they don't know me,
All they know is what they think they want me to be.
My tear-streaked face I haven't washed in days,
The floor is the only thing that I gaze.
My eyes are always brimmed with tears,
That continue to fall, even after all these years.
Years of being locked up inside my world I built,
Where the seas are blood red and flowers already begun to wilt.
Where clouds keep the sun discrete,
Where there is no definition of the word "heat".
The days are chilled, as cold as the nights,
And there is never a brightened light.
It is always dark in this universe,
Always under the spell of a sinful curse.
My world- this is where I am,
Where I hid long ago, where I ran.
I am the only one here,
Because I seem a bit queer.
The air is damp and musky,
But you never hear me bein' a bit fussy.
I've learned to deal with pain,
Because in the end it's all the same.
Nothing erases all these terrible things,
No one ever gives you wings.
So I'm here in my world year after year,
Praying for a day when I will no longer fear.


~Sweetangeleyes
 
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