2,020 Knives from 2,020 Knives by Ada Rook

As a child
I cried myself to sleep at
night was a brief escape
no idea why I felt so
torn away from the lives around me
couldn't understand what they wanted
from me
I felt so alone

This world is all I know
but it is not my home.

I don't belong in this world
is there another way
I don't belong in this world
I tried so hard to stay
I don't belong in this world
can you understand?
I don't belong in this world
I don't know what I am

Secretly
I dreamt of a place far away
every time that I woke
I could feel the hole in me
and I tried to keep it contained
pleading for comfort that would stay

I woke from a dream
of somewhere that made sense
no words for it
just static in my head

(Everything burnt blue around me)
I know
(held aloft by voltage coursing)
there was
(then I knew that there'd been a mistake)
hope
(I'm not supposed to be here)
some kind
(I was laughing when you found me)
of home
(tore away the veil from something)
where is
(why do I remember this?)
home?
(This can't be right...)

I don't belong in this world
is there another way
I don't belong in this world
I tried so hard to stay
I don't belong in this world
can you understand?
I don't belong in this world
I don't know what I am

I don't belong here
I don't belong
let me go
let me go
let me go
let me go

Let me go

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