Sometimes I think, what is the point of moving if I will stay still?
The feeling of staying in place without being able to move not matter how much you push, you feel like the world is leaving you, like the people you once knew move forward while you can only see their backs from afar.
You think to yourself, am I really that worthless?
Do I really not deserve any kind of respect, love, or affection.
That my little friend is the feeling of being all alone in a group.
To feel like the outcast, and like the stars are shining so near, yet so far, and somehow… you can't grasp their trace.
A beautiful woman walking with her white dress, holds the hands of her beloved husband, the girl your loved is in front of you…
but she isn't holding your hand is she?
She is holding the hand of another,
she is dancing with another man,
she says her vows to him,
and you…
You have only you, and even you sometime don't want you.