... when you lose the ability to interact with people?
I feel it.
I can't meet new people. And I see how everyone does it. And they are always happy with it.
I feel envious, and that makes me even a worse person.
I know.
I'm disgusting like that.
Why do I have to be like that? Like this!?
Why...? Do I keep stealing other's oxygen, knowing that is now too difficult to have fresh air...?
Somehow I want to put an end to this crap.
But I'm even too coward for doing it.
Forgive me, Earth but...
Sometime you'll be saved from this filthy human.
When you are down...
... You don't really want people close, but you are perfectly aware that you need the other's company.
And what makes you feel even worse, is the fact that everything seems so right for everyone else but for you.
That was my lesson for today, as everyone in this step really feels less than a filthy bug.
Good thing is, that some bugs end up turning into beautiful butterflies.
But other group of bugs are ugly and rejected, even when they are mature. Normally those die as quickly as the beautiful. The difference is, that nobody will miss you.
And I'm feeling right now on that group.
Nobody will miss me, I am pretty sure of that.
... You don't really want people close, but you are perfectly aware that you need the other's company.
And what makes you feel even worse, is the fact that everything seems so right for everyone else but for you.
That was my lesson for today, as everyone in this step really feels less than a filthy bug.
Good thing is, that some bugs end up turning into beautiful butterflies.
But other group of bugs are ugly and rejected, even when they are mature. Normally those die as quickly as the beautiful. The difference is, that nobody will miss you.
And I'm feeling right now on that group.
Nobody will miss me, I am pretty sure of that.
...When you're in jail, you see who are the real friends.
Not like those who yell at the four winds "I LOVE YOU" and then just turns their backs at you and call you "Crazy" or "Stupid".
Not like those who tell everyone that they are your friends and when in need, they just ignore you.
Not like the ones who had the pointing finger to show all the bad things you have, and not help you to improve.
Not like the ones that doesn't move a muscle when you're drowning.
Not like those who instead of helping, help you to get drown faster.
I've seen all of those kinds... I've been hit by all of them.
I feel like I'm in jail.
And no one pays me a visit.
I'm just like any other prisoner.
And they are letting me to get rotten. Just as any other.
Am I guilty?
Of what?
It's in me to realize that, but I already know, that my first crime, was to see the light of the sun when I was born.
Not like those who yell at the four winds "I LOVE YOU" and then just turns their backs at you and call you "Crazy" or "Stupid".
Not like those who tell everyone that they are your friends and when in need, they just ignore you.
Not like the ones who had the pointing finger to show all the bad things you have, and not help you to improve.
Not like the ones that doesn't move a muscle when you're drowning.
Not like those who instead of helping, help you to get drown faster.
I've seen all of those kinds... I've been hit by all of them.
I feel like I'm in jail.
And no one pays me a visit.
I'm just like any other prisoner.
And they are letting me to get rotten. Just as any other.
Am I guilty?
Of what?
It's in me to realize that, but I already know, that my first crime, was to see the light of the sun when I was born.
Down...
Deep...
Deep down.
That's where I am.
In the darkness, bleeding.
My back hurts. Really bad.
That's how I know that I am in this world.
Alive.
Sadly, alive.
I cry for help. Desperately. Each day, every minute. A loud sob, a loud scream...
But no one listens.
I move my hands, trying to see the light, watching how the people passes by, on their own universe, minding their own business.
I want to try and flap my wings, but only cries of pain escape through my mouth.
Then I turn my head, just to find...
...That I lost my wings.
I cannot fly out of the well. I cannot be free.
Can someone help me...?
Anyone?
Deep...
Deep down.
That's where I am.
In the darkness, bleeding.
My back hurts. Really bad.
That's how I know that I am in this world.
Alive.
Sadly, alive.
I cry for help. Desperately. Each day, every minute. A loud sob, a loud scream...
But no one listens.
I move my hands, trying to see the light, watching how the people passes by, on their own universe, minding their own business.
I want to try and flap my wings, but only cries of pain escape through my mouth.
Then I turn my head, just to find...
...That I lost my wings.
I cannot fly out of the well. I cannot be free.
Can someone help me...?
Anyone?
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