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Disgrace


Have you ever felt unhappy in your own body?

It’s like you aren’t important to anybody

Have you felt like no one listens?

When you scream and beg for helps but no one ever listens

It’s like you are stuck in a place where you don’t belong

You cry, beg and scream for help but, no one ever comes

You are all alone in the darkness and the only light its million

Miles away.

So, all you want to do is give up,

Give up because standing up hurts more than giving up

I don’t want to get up

I want to give up

Falling to sleep with tears and the stars don’t even want

To see you

So, what is there left, when you are alone in the darkness

And all you feel is emptiness

I scream but no one listens

I cry but no one sees my tears

I cry but no one feels my pain

No one wants to stay

So why do I keep standing when standing means pain

Standing hurts more than giving up

I question myself,

Why should I even try?

When I been alone since I was born

Knowing that the ones who were supposed to love you

Left you all alone.

They didn’t care if you were able to walk, talk, or even craw

So, you learned that giving up is better than standing up

And trying.

They left, and they left me crying

They didn’t know that I was dying

They left me in the darkness

Where the only light is millions of miles away

I scream but no one no one listens

I cry but no one sees my tears

I cry but no one feels my pain

So, I always wondered

What is my purpose of staying?

What is my purpose of standing?

When all there is left is disgrace.

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