Post by Kiba on May 5, 2009 16:00:20 GMT -6
Why must I to through this pain?
Why must I act like nothing’s wrong?
There’s always something wrong.
It’s hard being different from other people…
In a way that separates you from them completely.
You always have to watch your back and be ready for judgment.
Why is that?
Why must I be so different?
Why does it have to be me?
Why is it always me?
I ask myself these questions every hour of every day…
I never get an answer.
Just who am I?
What am I?
Why doesn’t anyone seem to care?
They treat me like a big pushover.
Not once have they ever considered how I feel.
Just because I am different…
Is that my destiny?
Will the fact that I’m so different be the cause of my fate?
My family carries much of the blame as well.
They couldn’t stand the fact that I wasn’t like them,
That I was different…
It never occurred to them that I was hurt…
That deep down inside of me my heart was bleeding…
They didn’t care…
They didn’t care that I was drowning in misery…
That I wanted more than anything to just disappear…
They just didn’t understand…
They never did…
And never will…
They don’t know what it’s like to be different.
Because other than me they are all the same…
They don’t know how frustrating it is to be alone…
How painful it is…
They’re always happy and carefree…
And they have someone there who looks out for them…
Do I have someone like that?…
Did I ever?…
No…
Because no one even pays attention to the different.
But why?
Why didn’t anyone talk to me?
Or even look at me?
Why were they afraid of me?
I may be different on the outside…
But like everyone else I am a human…
Or at least I was…
Now I’m what they say…
A freak…
A monster…
An enemy…
One who died a horrible, painful death…
Just because people were too stubborn and selfish to understand.
What was there reason for despising me?
What did I ever do to them?
Nothing…
I was just born different…
They all wanted me to die…
And for them to hate me that much…
For them to look at me in that way…
It just added onto the pain…
All I wanted was to disappear…
To leave this Hell we called the world…
That’s what they wanted.
Should I give them that?
Should I give them a reason to applaud themselves?
They didn’t deserve anything…
But my wings were broken…
And so was my soul…
So I couldn’t fly away…
But I didn’t try to run either.
Instead, I did what would solve everyone’s problems…
Even mine…
I killed myself,
Cursing the one’s who caused my pain and sorrow…
I was dead…
But I never left Hell…
Why must I act like nothing’s wrong?
There’s always something wrong.
It’s hard being different from other people…
In a way that separates you from them completely.
You always have to watch your back and be ready for judgment.
Why is that?
Why must I be so different?
Why does it have to be me?
Why is it always me?
I ask myself these questions every hour of every day…
I never get an answer.
Just who am I?
What am I?
Why doesn’t anyone seem to care?
They treat me like a big pushover.
Not once have they ever considered how I feel.
Just because I am different…
Is that my destiny?
Will the fact that I’m so different be the cause of my fate?
My family carries much of the blame as well.
They couldn’t stand the fact that I wasn’t like them,
That I was different…
It never occurred to them that I was hurt…
That deep down inside of me my heart was bleeding…
They didn’t care…
They didn’t care that I was drowning in misery…
That I wanted more than anything to just disappear…
They just didn’t understand…
They never did…
And never will…
They don’t know what it’s like to be different.
Because other than me they are all the same…
They don’t know how frustrating it is to be alone…
How painful it is…
They’re always happy and carefree…
And they have someone there who looks out for them…
Do I have someone like that?…
Did I ever?…
No…
Because no one even pays attention to the different.
But why?
Why didn’t anyone talk to me?
Or even look at me?
Why were they afraid of me?
I may be different on the outside…
But like everyone else I am a human…
Or at least I was…
Now I’m what they say…
A freak…
A monster…
An enemy…
One who died a horrible, painful death…
Just because people were too stubborn and selfish to understand.
What was there reason for despising me?
What did I ever do to them?
Nothing…
I was just born different…
They all wanted me to die…
And for them to hate me that much…
For them to look at me in that way…
It just added onto the pain…
All I wanted was to disappear…
To leave this Hell we called the world…
That’s what they wanted.
Should I give them that?
Should I give them a reason to applaud themselves?
They didn’t deserve anything…
But my wings were broken…
And so was my soul…
So I couldn’t fly away…
But I didn’t try to run either.
Instead, I did what would solve everyone’s problems…
Even mine…
I killed myself,
Cursing the one’s who caused my pain and sorrow…
I was dead…
But I never left Hell…