The Wallflower

I feel I don't belong,
To any place or to anyone.
Where would I live?
Where would I stay from now on?
My heart suffocates,
Am I much better off alone?

I write with my blood as ink,
Scribbling down the places that'd accept me,
They would welcome and never reject me.
But, It's just an impossible dream,
That these empty eyes of mine will never be able to see.

When will I ever find a place to call home?
Am I really much better off on my own?