yes, almost all of my poems are dreary but they are well made if i do sayso my self. it would really please me if you commented and liked my peoms that i slaved away at. i always insist that my works are perfect. enjoy!

to live - poem

Yes i’m different,
And yes i’m not like you,
I am not like any one,
I am just myself.

I have been beaten,
For being me,
For living,
For being born.

I am an abomination,
I should not be alive,
Or at least that is what,
Everyone says.

The angels,
Just tell me to leave,
While the demons,
Run me off.

I am neither,
An angel,
Nor a demon,
I am not even human.

I am a hybrid,
A child of taboo,
I was a forbidden being,
and i don’t deserve to live.

I have been chained,
To the walls,
But i escaped,
But i still need a reason.

A reason to live,
A reason to go on,
And i found that answer,
In my attempt to die.

It was so simple so obvious,
That i had to be stupid to miss,
It was to live,
For my self and no one else.