People love me
I know they do
So why do I feel so alone
Why does everything feel gloomy

Why do I long a hug so bad
Even when I'm hugged
Why do I long to be loved so bad
Even when I'm loved

Why can't I feel
I swear on my life it's there
So why
Why is it like this
WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY
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Come with me
Those who aren't supposed to be human
Those who belong in the forest
Those who should have paws

Run with me
Run with all fours
Here in the forest
Surrounded only by animals and plants

Let yourself
If only for a few seconds
Feel free
Feel your body is correct

Feel like you aren't trapped as a human
But are truly free
Be the animal
As we run

Happily through the woods
No one there to laugh or point
Take in the sounds of nature
And take in your taste of freedom

Look, flowers dancing
Dancing along with the wind
Dancing together

I want to die
How I want to die, to **** myself
I want to fall for death's temptations
Let its comforting voice pull me in

But I won't do it
I can't do it
And you may wonder
The reason why

So many people care about
I can't break them like that
And so I will not make myself die
But I will partially hide my sadness

At least from my family
Who don't know that to them
I mostly lie

I wish I had a friend
To cry into the arms of
Who would hold me close

Reassure me
It's not my fault
But instead I go in my mind

And cry in the arms of my comfort characters
All while wishing
Hoping
I'll have a real person to do that

I should have the ears of a cat
The tail of the cat
But when I look they are not there

The universe took them from me
It looks at my ears and tail
Then brutally chopped them off

Sometimes I can almost feel
My tail swishing
My ears poking up or pinning themselves down

But they aren't there
Just a mark of what was there before
Before the universe cut my ears and tail off

They see a person
Lazy, uncaring
Stuck inside their very own mind
But they don't see the daydreams

The worlds inside
The stories created
The lore filled universes
The characters made

All created with passion
Detailed
Alive
They don't see the wonders

They see the person
Doing nothing
Not the creations
Being made