I am. Or maybe I am not.

I´m the one in the corner

I´ve always been the one in the corner.

How shall we not struggle in this world

full of pain, hate and judgment 

I hate leaving my room 

Because I can literally hear

all the things they say about me

Pretending to not hear anything. 

And it kills me even more

to smile when I´m bleeding inside

When i´m just screaming inside.

Trying to hide all these tears.

And all I needed was just a single hug

and somebody telling me to keep going.

warmth is the answer to all this cold

But how shall we find warmth in a world

where nobody cares. 

I´ve never seen so many people

feeling bad about themselves

Than today,

and I can surely tell:

We´re destroying ourselves.