Why does it seems
that I'm suffocating
from all the silence
from all the unfamiliarity.
Why does it seems
that I'm thinking
of something that I shouldn't.
But then,
this 'something' I shouldn't do...
I am not sure.
It will make me happy yet at the same time,
will give me the feeling that I can't explain.
It's necessary yet it's not.
It will benefit me yet I've thought of others.
Why couldn't I just let go of myself
to where I am happy?
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
Why does it seems
that I'm suffocating
from all the silence
from all the unfamiliarity.
Why does it seems
that I'm thinking
of something that I shouldn't.
But then,
this 'something' I shouldn't do...
I am not sure.
It will make me happy yet at the same time,
will give me the feeling that I can't explain.
It's necessary yet it's not.
It will benefit me yet I've thought of others.
Why couldn't I just let go of myself
to where I am happy?
