I am not like all of you and because of this I wish I knew others like me.
I see all of you on top of this mountain.
Holding pills in your hands and drinks to consume the sadness.
I see fury and jealousy in their most cunning form of someone who doesn’t know that they are beautiful enough to be loved just by themselves.
All of you are so capable of hurting people without giving it a second thought.
I carry guilt like a best friend and to get to you, to be like you.
I must crawl that mountain of no remorse as if humanity has left it.
On my way there I will get blisters on my hands and gashes on my body with broken bones.
I use the last of my will to try to see you so I can be like you.
I am told that the way to survive is to be cruel and selfish to consume myself with myself.
But what if I’m not like that.
What if that is not my wish?
I have a new name for myself to remind me to back come to reality when something goes wrong.
I am not like all of you and because of this I wish I knew others like me.
But I want to be wrong, I would like you to prove me wrong.