I flick trough the poems
that I've forgotten that I've written
and i read about,
how I feel tortured and belittled
A journey of three years
a very long time
that had flew in front of my eyes
and here I am now
wondering
where did the time go?
it saddens me to say
that I am no different
I wish I had progressed
but I guess it makes no difference
this proves to me though
that life indeed is so hard
because who would've known
that in such a long time
I would've made no progress
still the same
broken
shattered
saddened
anxious
sensitive
loving
lonely
shy
dreamer
person that I guess I still am
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
I flick trough the poems
that I've forgotten that I've written
and i read about,
how I feel tortured and belittled
A journey of three years
a very long time
that had flew in front of my eyes
and here I am now
wondering
where did the time go?
it saddens me to say
that I am no different
I wish I had progressed
but I guess it makes no difference
this proves to me though
that life indeed is so hard
because who would've known
that in such a long time
I would've made no progress
still the same
broken
shattered
saddened
anxious
sensitive
loving
lonely
shy
dreamer
person that I guess I still am
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