Outcast

September 21, 2015

I see them together.

My heart, a weight;

Gravity, a thousand times stronger,

pulling me down.

With every step I take,

I strain to hold the dam.

Salty waters,

The pressure of amassing pain.

A wound in my side,

Stabbed by their rejection,

I retreat,

Haunted, never to return.

I retreat,

Alone, unhappy, forever.

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