This world is too big for me
and it's weight is crushing me.
I can't breathe
under this smoke and dust
tell me
will my stars
ever be enough?
And I'm lonely.
I can feel it flowing through my veins,
pricking my skin.
Nobody is whispering my name,
nobody is pulling me in.
I keep telling myself
that it's okay,
but more often than not
I somehow feel misplaced.
This world is too big for me
and my feelings are drowning me.
I can't breathe
emptiness is filling me up,
listen,
the only thing in life I wanted
was to love and to be loved.
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PoetryWenn der Schmerz wieder an die Tür klopft und Menschen ihre Masken verlieren, dann ist es Zeit, dass Gedanken fliegen lernen. Part II: questioning -auf der Shortlist der Wattys2018-
