Omnipotent

I don't think you were made for here,
Your instinct is only one of shying away,
And hurting yourself,
Breaking yourself,
I don't know what to say anymore.

There's only so many prophetic sayings
I can say over these little chat-box lines,
There aren't words in the English language to express
This sympathy, this empathy.

There's a lot of words that I just want to say
But I can't really say what I truly mean,
These words can't weave without connotations,
This care can't weave without inferences.

In this brutal world with primal instinct
Shrouded by the veil of toxic gases, industry, and technology,
You don't belong here,
The rest aren't worthy,
You belong someplace where the loved belong,
Held up by wings with feathers of perfect beauty and strength,
Held up by eyes streaming love rather than tears,
Held up by something more understanding,
More omnipotent and confident,
Something that'd be better at solving your problems
Than me.