Today I cannot write,
my soul crawling in misery
I have a lump in my throat
and all I can do is fight the wish
to cut it out.
At the end of my fingertips
the words are dying
as I touch them with my red nails
and in my mind I am slowly realising
that the world is not the place
where I belong.
I'm a misfit,
a creep ,
my ugliness building walls in my soul,
my eyes are bleeding,
while in my heart I am still wondering
whether I deserve to be loved.
upon myself the sky cries
icy teardrops
cracking up my brain
my skin hurts
and in my soul
the answer to my question is a big NO.
*No, love will never find its road towards my soul.