Books remind me of long forgotten people.
Their memory's live on in my head.The moon always listened to me,
when nobody did
As I bellowed alone in my room
The moon comforted me,
when nobody understood me
The moon did.To why,
I ask myself
Have I become such a behemothI believe that I am a good human.
What in particular is a good human?Life is meaningless.
I think to myself,
But at the same time I enjoy life.
Am I even allowed to enjoy life
If I have such disgraceful beliefs?Humans fascinate me.
The way the human mind works,
The way humans act around other humans,
The way all humans are different,
But why do I speak of humans in such manner? Almost like I would not be human.As years flew by,
I came to the conclusion,
that no one understands me.
No one will ever understand me
, I am not devastated by this statement, but I am rather disenchanted by it.
As I am alone
In my head.
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Poems for sad Bungou Stray dogs fans
שיריםShort poems that I associate with bsd characters.