Or are you like me, lonely yet free
\nFree to go where I want
\nto think what I want
\nto see who I want
\nFree to explore, to investigate, to be curious
\nFree to be me, yet don’t like what I see
\nI’ve called only to get no answer
\nI’ve visited only to find no one there
\nI’ve loved and lost and thought to myself
\n“I wish I would have never loved at all”
\nIncapable of love and incompatible to be made loved too
\nSometimes I am invisible, numb, lost
\nSometimes I can see clearer with my eyes closed,
\nwishing that they would never open
\nI long to be comfortable, walking through the back door
\ninstead of the front
\nI long to be held by hands so big
\nthat I lose myself in their life lines, fingers pointing to the heavens
\nSometimes my brother is my best friend
\nSometimes I think of my best friend as my brother
\nI climb to the top only to see the top
\nNothing below and nothing above
\nEverything is equal, parallel, neutral
\nHow can you find answers in a world full of questions
\nI haven’t cried in months and begin to wonder “why”
\nWhy do I only remember certain events in my life and tend to forget the rest
\nIt’s like I wasn’t even there – like I only existed in times which only I can remember
\nIs my life that insignificant?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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