Why am I here
What is my purpose

I thought this feeling of unimportance would dwindle after reaching adulthood

But, now it's been 5 years and I still cant stand being "here"

When does it get better
When do things stop hurting

When do the people I cherish care to stick around.

When do "friends" become friends.

man, am i
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i think i need
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but for now im ok

Sun-dried it was, with freckles and pimples each individual size and cause
Mixed with strange colors from the blue UV
A canvas for sweat, where I’d sleep, drink and eat
The surface I treat like a marble dream I walked upon without slipping
Like those shoulders I gripped when you made me feel little
And I begged you for more

Was I cinnamon to you, not perfect all the time like her
The vanilla that she is, pure and classic
She is the real porcelain inside and out while I am ceramic
My cracks don’t show at all, then all at once
But the scariest part is that I haven’t fallen yet, I live on
And you’re on the other ******* side

Porque eu tenho que ser um desgraçado que há de morrer afogado nesse mar de elementos  de um passado que seria melhor apagado, porque há de mim ser mais um solitário que há de morrer queimado por todas essas emoções sem pário, porque há de mim ser mais um coitado que passa o tempo deitado nessa cama de sentimentos amaldiçoados