Everyone else
It has come to this, that I am like everyone else. Like everyone that stayed in your garden of words, that one day got up and left. Maybe it's because everyone did not find what they were looking for. As for me I wanted to be planted and grown into a tree that provided shade and comfort and protection. Words would grow like leaves, branches would be sentences, love letters written in the tree rings to stay there forever. But no matter what, I could never root myself. I too was never wanted the way I wanted to be wanted. I am too old to be playing games and be left by myself and be haunted. And like everywhere else, I never found a home. I tried, I fucking tried and you never knew how much I felt alone. I knew your pain and tried to keep you safe from mine. Cause guilt is a feeling noone should ever find, locked up inside in your heart and mind. Unlike everyone else, I am not going to rust. I simply crumble, I belong to the wind just like dust. Then again, this feeling that it would never matter to you to begin with, is what got me here to behave like everyone else.