Black Stories

I become lonely when I don't want to,

Death mixes inside me when I don't want it to,

I restrain myself a little as I watch,

To forget my own stories.

I got used to standing in peopleless corners,

I don't remember when I stepped out of that door,

What I see and what they tell me is so overwhelming,

I'm waiting for a clean rain to fall on me now.

I understand them too, they have dark stories like mine,

Yet they prefer to stay under the lights,

Maybe that's why; I am sick, they are normal,

No matter what, I need all the emotions that are outside of being human!