I wish I wasn't born like this,
As if my life depends on the time,
I can't wait or it'll be too late.
I look at myself and feel the same disgust,
As all those years ago.
My mother's words still imprinted in my head,
Knowing the love I get would be more if I wasn't like this.
The words hit my brain,
And suddenly I'm eight again,
With the same feelings of worry and pain,
But I can't say anything.
I can't be more different than I already am.
i still search for you in the places i go
hoping to see you; a familiar face once again.
today i walked through the halls expecting to meet you, where you forever stood— but the man i saw wasn’t you;
my final fate– here i stand as the anticipation builds.
all i ever spent my life waiting for
stands still here– emotionless
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
he barks at anyone that nears,
snarling teeth that glow shiny in the afternoon light.
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
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The second and last stanzas felt like a punch; I understand this feeling so well. You are not alone in this feeling. If you need to chat about anything, feel free to message me! There is still time. :)
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