Should I stay?Should I keep living like this?
I don't know my own mind anymore.
Something is missing
something important
that piece of the puzzle that could make me complete,
again.
Leaving is scary,
staying is bothersome
I like my life now,
but I crave for something
unknown.
Not knowing my own thoughts?
Nothing new.
I'm scared of the boredom I live in
the indifference
the happiness.
They're not mine.
What's mine anyway?
This smile
or this hate?
