# Outcast

Author: Nuori Susi
Tags: Dark, Sad, lonely, tired

#2 of poems

If you've felt how I felt. If you feel what I feel. You will understand this poem..

i cry my tears. Tears of pain. I reach out for help. But all is in vain. Yet I still hold hope. Flickering as softly as a flame. Praying that someday you will end my pain. The pain only an outcast can feel. The pain that is ALL too real. The pain only a friend can heal. For this pain is not physical. It is a pain of the heart. It is something that sets us apart. If we die, we die. Fuck the world it bleeds us dry.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/lmXlMMwm
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