Staring at the ceiling,
Finding my words to describe this feeling,
Silence that can be defeaning fills my room,
Emptiness that is overflowing,
To the point that I can't control feeling the gloom,
Trying to understand even though it's confusing,
Having piece of mind for being alone,
But looking for someone to ease the loneliness that I feel for so long,
Trying to find a flower that will bloom,
In a garden of withered blossoms,
Hoping to feel the euphoria,
But in the end I still feel the misery,
Thinking of surviving this life and being alive until now is still a mystery.
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 11:02 AM UTC
Staring at the ceiling,
Finding my words to describe this feeling,
Silence that can be defeaning fills my room,
Emptiness that is overflowing,
To the point that I can't control feeling the gloom,
Trying to understand even though it's confusing,
Having piece of mind for being alone,
But looking for someone to ease the loneliness that I feel for so long,
Trying to find a flower that will bloom,
In a garden of withered blossoms,
Hoping to feel the euphoria,
But in the end I still feel the misery,
Thinking of surviving this life and being alive until now is still a mystery.
I haven't posted anything here for a long time, so this is my quick writing...
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