Don’t ask me, from where do I belong.
Just hug me tight if you can accommodate this lonely soul within yours.
I don’t have a destination.
Don’t ask me anything about my shabby appearance.
Just let me in, if materialistic dirt doesn’t bother you.
Don’t question my scars or my body,
They are a mark that I lived through every arrow targeted on me.
Don’t just dare to question my woebegone and forlorn expressions.
You don’t know how miserably this soul is living.
I don’t even feel like a human anymore. I see myself drenched up in black.
This world is colossal and I’ve already lost my way in this maze.
A labyrinth probably.