Rejection/Outcast
Thunder clashes
Rain pours
Lightning flashes
Sitting here depressed
Holding this box of matches
Just sit and watch how
A body burns to ashes
Watch the blood flow
as the wall and his head bashes
To his funeral
People come by the masses
Then they raced
To see who could leave the fastest
No one showing his memory respect
Heaven or Hell
No one cared what came next
He could never get a friend
Yes he was seen as a reject
He is not dead physically
No he is dead emotionally
The funeral was him being made fun of
He lost is soul to the mourning dove
Never shown the true emotion of love
Goes on and on
Praying to the sky above
Remembering all the times he's been pushed and shoved
He is all alone in this world
Nobody seems to care
He can't breathe
Suffocating from lack of air
No one knows what he sees
No one knows what he can be
No one sees that he is me
Copyright © Nathan Stobbs | Year Posted 2009
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