She was not like everyone.
Long passed since she discovered
that her past was haunting her days
guiding her actions, leading her thoughts
leaving marks along the way.
She felt something was wrong
she prayed for it to be gone
no answers, only questions
she ran away without possessions.
Her mind was perforated
doomed, consumed by hatred
her body carried all her scars
she gave her soul to the stars.
In agony and misbelief
she thought of a better trick
gave herself to the nights
hidden from all the lights.
All no one could ever see
was the truth she could not flee
her wounds were still bleeding
her soul chained in tearing.
One step further away
she thought to keep it straight
her body still hurting
her mind still suffering.
Her truth once spoken
now left it all broken
her past treated as the wrong deal
When in fact
they simply did not know her for real.
No-one is like everyone
There’s no- one just like me
Too much borders all around
You can run but never flee
He never asked or volunteered
Being a part of the whole scene
The meaning of his life remains unclear
Just struggle is what he’s seen
His wandering soul sets him apart
And finally he screams
The only thing his life has brought
Is a trail of broken dreams.
<3 I love those words. Thanks for sharing! :)