There’s a worse pain than being utterly alone in this world,
Far worse,
Being surrounded by people who do not hear your pain,
Do not want to hear it,
They are there, sure,

They listen carefully to your words,
They hear you cry, and cry,
Begging for help, or mercy,
But they say nothing,
As if you were silence,

Expressing your pain, only to be met with a wall of silence,
Is the deepest kind of wound,
Because it confirms what you always knew,
That, in the end,
You don’t matter.

I find meaning in the eyes of others,
Love never seems to come from within,
It comes from the eyes of the girl who despises my being,
From the lips of the guy I never seem to fulfill,

I find meaning in the flesh of others,
My own seems rotten,
Unaccommodating to my soul,
Undeserving of my dreams,

If one day I let myself relish in the flesh of others,
Will my body become worthy of her eyes, of his lips?
Will my soul find rest?
Will my dreams...