Everyday my heart is beating
Everyday my chest is heaving
Everyday my heart is leaking
May I ask
Is this really living?
I dont really know why I'm living anymore
I bairly know who I am nowadays
I pretend so much it's like I'm not even there
If I don't even know who I am anymore
How can I live and grow into myself?
The truth is I cant.
So I ask
Is this really living?
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Life's Expression
PoetryThese poems are my lame attempts at poetry. If you read them Good for you! Thank you! If you don't... I don't blame you:) I tend to only write poetry when I need to get some sort of really strong emotion (normally sadness or anger) out so it is lik...
