"Where do I really belong?"
It looks like I'm here with them, but I don't
really belong.
Against the darkness' realm—
I tried to find my way back home.
Should I continue living with those
laughing faces of them?
or should I go back there where I only see
tears from my own?
Should I pull myself to do games?
or should I bear up myself to be drowned
once again?
It looks like I'm here but I'm not—
looks like they're here also but I can't see
anyone.
Looks like I belong to them without any
doubt—
but looks like, for them I'm just no one.
While writing these, my blood flows down
from my wrist--
as my heart started to bleed.
I can't find myself stucked from all these
shits;
"Where do I really belong?"
I once asked, then the darkness' started to
lead.
—✨
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ESTÀS LLEGINT
Unspoken Poetry
PoesiaThis book is all about collections of poems, quotes & trivia about life, love, etc. The contents of this book were mostly pieces of my favorite authors or works that captured my attention that I thought you would also love. I just wanna share this w...
