Its not my fault my delusional and a freak
That I don’t know how to think
That I’m hearing all this things
That I’m seeing all these creatures
Never crying
Being told not show emotions because there the things that me weaker.
Feels like I’m dying
And knowing that all never be like the rest
Even if I do try my best
That all always be this pathetic waste of space to the end of days.
And that I don’t safe or loved even in my own home
To sit way alone
Emotional broken
Mentally scared
And wounds that never be able to heal in my heart