My body hanging over the edge
I spit out doubts and thoughts
I feel the bones under my skin
Trying to rip off what I was born in
But then I trip, I stumble and I fall so deep
In this place there is nothing else to keep
Nothing but you, me, us
Us?- there is no us, I run and run and run from you
But I find no place to escape to
Home brings out question marks in my mind
They say lost is a lovely place to find yourself
But I've been lost for quite a while
and misery was all I could find
Things have been falling off the shelf
My knowledge of life seems to disappear
So does my body, day by day but then I look into the mirror just to see I am still here
I am still here
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
