I don't like to read your words-

A wry smile, bittersweet.

They're too real, too mundane for a dreamer.

This, whispered to me.
What is that supposed to mean?
I was not born with wings
I am from this earth
What is that supposed to mean?

Would you rather me forget
about the blood stained teeth of an old god
the ruined smile of Grace

What is that supposed to mean?

I am not even a writer,
I am only living
and I have never once seen life
walking around without dirt in her nail beds.

Thanks for an answer
That’s all I can ask for
When “knowledgeable” people
Don’t tell me anything
Thank you for answers
Thank you for hearing me
Thank you for listening
And not talking as much.

My life is the same everyday
I wake up and hope that i can pull out one more day
I can get through this I tell myself
I think that maybe my life will sort out itself
But then i realize that im me
And the world won't hear my plea
And the days will continue to drag by
And everyday i will ask myself why