Everyone aches to belong
We believe that others,
are our one grip to sanity
But what happens when our grip slips?
Insanity awaits for us, flooding into our souls
The lonliness to come is unbareable.
The traumatic marks of pain left
is too much for their thoughts to compensate for them
But not me
I refuse to belong
For I am a misfit
And I accept
That I will never belong.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
When every single second,
of your fragile little life.
is a relentless mystery,
How will you know what's comming?
This very day,
could gladly be your very last.
What do you suppose to happen next?
All of this is just a Great Perhaps.
What if?
Maybe?
Possibly?
All questions, whose answers are unknown
When life is a great mystery,
How could you live it to the fullest?
Perchance you'll never know.
I guess it is just a Great Perhaps.
I am in a constant search
of who I am, of who i want to be
But it's all still a mystery.
Life is only, a Great Perhaps.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC