"actuallyty" poems
The sadness is eating me
Alive and hole
Then there's nothing left
Not a Mark
Not a Soul
But what's with this sense? It seems right
Am I satisfied?
I'm locked inside these walls
Can someone knock and let me flow
These tears are not enough
Everything is hidden under those laugh
Then I came to realize
It's not worth it
The sunset, clouds, tears and ocean
All are heavy behind my back
I want to be saved
From my life-eating shade
There's no one around
I see myself under the ground
Then it scares me, What I might leave behind
Everything, everyone, the probability
Of what if I might be Happy?
That these sunset and clouds are worth it
That I might witness the unseen
And all this time, these people needed me
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC