How is it that I do nothing
and yet I do everything
Where is my place
Is this where I belong?
...
what makes someone what they are
the eyes of that beholder stare into a new darkness
one that gives nothing in return
you send your soul out
...
The axis of my world is changing
tilting in a different direction
i lean my head to the side
trying to still the spinning
...
I sit looking out my window
Wonder what it could be
Seeing what I wish to know
Things that don’t seem like me
...
everywhere i go
you follow me
you think i'm scared of you.
you have nothing i want
...
i walk into a room
i hear nothing but a sound.
i don't know anything
i can't turn around.
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I have had a troubled childhood. From having a drug addicted mother to a father who was a child molester, and siblings that I hadn't seen in years. I resulted to self-harm in many different forms. As of 2006 things began to look up for me.)
Belong
How is it that I do nothing
and yet I do everything
Where is my place
Is this where I belong?
I don't know which way to turn to
Where to go when the times get rough?
Who can I talk to?
I feel the utmost pain and sorrow
Why does it have to be like this;
Two different places
One of the same spaces
I know where I do not belong
Where not to turn
Which direction to look for answers
The lies
The truth even scares me
The questions of time
Time is something that belongs in a bottle
A sealed capsule
A capsule you will never open
One you have plenty of
One that cannot be wasted
Everything belongs where it is not
Therefore I do not belong here.