Soaked from the rain.
Surrounded by figures.
Invisible to all.
I heard it:
'You want to be loved.'
The gray clouds enveloped the sky.
I shook my head.
Everything was crumbling.
Emptiness.
Worthlessness.
Complaining.
Hatred.
Distain.
Apathy.
I was seen,
But it wasn't me.
Stop looking.
The grass withered at my feet,
Turned to mud behind each worthless step.
My suit worn down with grime.
Stained with dirt and blood.
It looked nice,
The stains were covered.
The voice:
'Not loved for how you are.'
'But loved for who you are.'
'Despite who you are.'
'You want to belong in your existence.'
'You want you,'
'The real you,'
'To be loved.'
'Not the manufactured you,'
'Not how you look,'
'Or how you act,'
'You.'
I laughed at it's words.
Feeling the urge to ***** and cry at the same time.
But only smiling.
Then I said no...
...I said no...
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 9:55 PM UTC
Soaked from the rain.
Surrounded by figures.
Invisible to all.
I heard it:
'You want to be loved.'
The gray clouds enveloped the sky.
I shook my head.
Everything was crumbling.
Emptiness.
Worthlessness.
Complaining.
Hatred.
Distain.
Apathy.
I was seen,
But it wasn't me.
Stop looking.
The grass withered at my feet,
Turned to mud behind each worthless step.
My suit worn down with grime.
Stained with dirt and blood.
It looked nice,
The stains were covered.
The voice:
'Not loved for how you are.'
'But loved for who you are.'
'Despite who you are.'
'You want to belong in your existence.'
'You want you,'
'The real you,'
'To be loved.'
'Not the manufactured you,'
'Not how you look,'
'Or how you act,'
'You.'
I laughed at it's words.
Feeling the urge to ***** and cry at the same time.
But only smiling.
Then I said no...
...I said no...
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