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learning to not belong,
to continue d r i f t i n g without
being lost nor found.
Cardboard-Jones Jan 2021
You would tell me “Everything’s better with time.”
That everything’s gonna be fine.
But I’m still waiting.
The truth is time has forgotten about me.
I can’t recognize anyone I see.
Anxiety’s invading.

So I ask the stars to show me where I belong.
I’m so tired of being strong.
No, I cannot stay here.

You remind me of everything I said back then.
I was so naive back then.
Oh how I’ve learned.
But I’m barely put together by glue.
I don’t know if I’ll make it through.
Anxiety’s returned.

So don’t ask me where I belong.
I’m so tired of being wrong.
So don’t ask that of me.
I just know I cannot stay here.

No, nothing about this says home.
I cannot stay here.
No, I’m just a stranger, I’m just alone.
I cannot stay here.
No, I don’t know where I will go,
But I cannot stay here.
and i guess i learned
the hard way that
chasing you is like
chasing the sunset
  
i am running towards you
but when i reach out to
hold you in my hand
fingertips grasp at empty air

a master of disguise
appearing so close, but you were
distant, off in the distance giving
the horizon line goodnight kisses

you belong to the wind
the light, the sky, the stars
you belong to everything,
but you do not belong to me.
Butterfly Nov 2020
The way they fit on my body.
They look wrong, weird, strange.
They don't fit, they dont belong with me.
Im struggling alot with my body image and my style and on top of that the judgement of others don't really help.
I wish somebody just came to my house and made me some outfits ****. Feel like im being dramatic but it really bothers me that I constantly feel like **** in my clothes.
Rollercoaster Nov 2020
Thunder rages on outside.
I am not the only traveler
who has not repaid his debt.
It attempts to scare me
into succumbing to the dark
and to the rain.
I would like rain
to accompany me on my
endeavors.
But I’m too much indebted
to afford it.
The skies want their
money back
and the heavens
have sent lightning.
They need it back
to bring back order.
Such a concentration of darkness
in one mortal isn’t natural.
They demand it back.
They need it back.
They send the rains
to make me yield to wizardry.
I do not
and smile in hope
that I’ll belong to the rain someday
and rain will belong to me.
an overwhelming feeling;
your hand in mine
and mine in yours
where it belongs.
:)
Venn Oct 2018
(tw; abandonment)

I don't belong.

First thought:
This is sweeping generalization,
an overdramatization of the truth,
the truth that everyone belongs somewhere .
Everyone has a place, a purpose,
a reason for being here, and if you were put
on this godforsaken Earth in the first place,
you belong somewhere.

Second thought:
What even does belonging mean?
It's just a word, belonging,
a word we assign meaning to,
a word that really means nothing.

Third thought:
Here we go again.
Millennials and their **** whining,
always whining about nothing.
attention-seeking, that's what this is,
just attention-seeking, nothing more.
If you want a place to belong,
you can **** well find it on your own.
Take some **** initiative.

Fourth thought:
You're overreacting.
You're reading into things,
seeing things that aren't there
No one dislikes you, you're fine,
if they didn't want you around,
they wouldn't have invited you.

Fifth thought:
Oh god.
They hate me.
Oh god.
Just keep making weird noises,
keep getting them to laugh.
If they laugh, it's fine.
Everything's fine.
Jackson Bussey Sep 2020
Even If i tied
The strongest chains
To everyone I have ever loved
Everyone who I have let in and told them "you belong here"
Eventually the chains would break
And I would lose them
We aren't meant to be kept
We are meant to love, and be loved
And then, vanish.
Bhill Aug 2020
who belonged to this heart
beating all alone
alone in the middle of a crowd
was it a he or she
how can you tell when striped of all protection
all coverings gone and naked among the masses
we can tell that this heart is alone
invite the heart to join in and welcome its independence
we all need
we all need to belong

Brian Hill - 2020 # 229
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