Writing

I am all alone. I have no friends. No one to talk to.

Everyone says it’s my fault. What did I do wrong?

People don’t want to be around me. They say I’m crazy.

I am not crazy.

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;

What are we made of?

Flesh. Bones. Nerves. Muscle.

We are a cacophony of carrion all bundled together, 

Seen as holy,

Seen as beautiful.

The words.

The comments.

The stares...

It all reminds me that no one cares. 

Can't you see?

I'm not okay.

Because my thoughts remind me that I am not pleased with myself.

I've never understood the phrase

hopelessly in love.

It's in all the books,

it's on TV.

Characters meet their special someone and bam

they're free falling

but they have their safety nets

Under a grey sky a chin bows low

Weary to the sacrifice of time,

He does not note how the sun begins to show

This world has disallowed him of his fundamental right,