It's got a grip on both my lungs The air is getting scarce It also feels as though I'm falling down a flight of stairs My stomach does a somersault Or maybe twenty-two My hands are cold I'm overwhelmed by all these brilliant hues
At times like these, I've often felt a longing to be someone else.
Humans are all one However we are not all for one Instead we are all for ourselves Humans are not perfect And that I understand But instead of trying to strive for perfection We **** one another because we want to feel powerful We scorn one another because we want others to feel our pain We break one another because we want someone else to be broken We hate one another because we want someone else to be hated like we are Then, we **** ourselves because we don’t want to live like that Because we don’t want really want to ****, or scorn, or break, or hate one another We just want someone else to feel human
All of us are human, and none of us are perfect. Know that no matter who you are, there is someone else out there that feels your pain.