Lately I've been trying to find the will to live.
Every day it becomes harder and harder to see the reasons to keep going.
I don't feel respected or loved.
I've gotten to the point where I don't want to talk anymore.
Everyone seems to be too busy with their own lives to see how broken mine is.
So busy with a career, walking in line with society.
When I lost mine.
No energy, no happiness, no motivation.
To get somewhere.
How do you think you can see where you're going when there's no path ahead?
When relationships make you question yourself.
When chemicals are the only thing that makes you happy for a short period of time.
If you don't believe kind words that come from the mouths of so-called loved ones.
While everyone wants something in return.
I haven't been able to find my way for years.
I just want to be with my father again.
I hope you are in a peaceful place.
That is nothing like this world.
Everything seems to be my enemy these days.
Food, people, booze and drugs.
Without them everything would be so peaceful.
Let me be.
Here where you found me.
There is only a shell.
Inside a war is raging on.
That's trying to decide where my place should be.
Clarice: | Dinsdag, oktober 10, 2023 20:56 |
Moe gestreden, soms kom je op een punt dat je ziet dat je afstand moet nemen. Mooi gedicht waarin ik veel herken, gts Clarice |
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Auteur: Misslis | ||
Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 10 oktober 2023 | ||
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