I wish I could look into those deep blue ocean eyes again
And feel those soft hands
Touching my soul
And hear those lovely words
In my head
But all you do
Is cracking my heart
Which will always remain broken
Under my Chest

We are all victims
of failed society
They criticize
They hate
They judge
and we all just
stood there
crying,
tired,
and broken.
We are too numb
to feel,
We pretend to be deaf
about what they say,
We stay blind
of the things they did,
We are the outcast
of this broken world,
We remain silent
creating our own
vast world within
our enormous
minds—There,
we stand
taller than towers
There, our inner voices
speak the loudest
There, our sight
and imagination
is boundless.
I said
"someday
they will
all fall, and
I'd be too
oblivious to hear
all of their screams"
—they made me like this.

Everyone complains why there‘s no light
But no one asks why the candle isn‘t burning anymore

I'm staring at the sea
the cliffs in front of me
they look so grand
compared to the land

Wish I could touch them'
Wish I could hug them'

I'm staring at the grass
behind me a people mass
they talk so loud
I see a cloud
over the sea, in front of me
I see the cliffs they are so nice
The wind just feels like frosty ice

I'm staring at the stones
I feel the cold in my bones
I look behind
But i can't find
My friends, they're gone
I took too long
With staring at all those things
I wish I would have wings
To fly back to my friends
And now the poem ends.