Exile

The pain of knowing the truth is truly unbearable.

What is ''reality?"

A figment of our imagination?

A harsh truth?

Living in falseness.

Longing for someone to be by my side.

Ah, where is a gentle voice?

One that calls for me.

I am suffering a fatal wound.

I am sentimental.

I am dealing with nostalgia.

Bringing back vivid memories.

My heart sleeps, and never wakens.

Running away is all I can do.

I am never accepted wherever I go.

I get no sympathy.

No words.

I cannot shed tears.

For I am lost.

I could never be found.

Dreams are nothing to me.

Mine never came true,

No matter how hard I fought for them.

Love is simply betrayal.

It breaks you down,

Until there is nothing left.

I suffered.

I endured.

Now I am alone.

I was never given a chance.

I was damned the moment I took my first breath.

My fingers, they tremble.

My feet, they stand still.

Afraid to make movement.

I am alone,

Because I am not real.

Not to this world.

I was never ''real'' from the start.

Who's to say anything is?

But I know I'm not.

This world is no safe haven.

It is Hell.

I look at the nothingness that surrounds me.

I reach towards the Sun, yet feel no heat.

I touch Water, yet feel no chill.

I realize why.

I cry unshed tears.

I only say one word.

"Exile."

Author's Note

Not the first semi-depressing poem I've written. I'm too happy of a person to write things like this, but I gave it a shot. Everyone has a moment of despair every now and then.