often
I feel useless
and worthless
day by day,
I feel insignificant
why?
why do I stay?
to the place
where I can't see the light;
where I do not belong
where I can't find peace?
why do I enjoy the chaos that it cause?
why do I enjoy living but at the same time dying?
why do I enjoy a circle that doesn't include me in their circulation?
why do I enjoy stabbing myself, deeply... deadly?
BINABASA MO ANG
Roaring Sentiments
Poésiesen·ti·ment /ˈsen(t)əmənt/ •general feeling or opinion •a feeling or emotion roar a sentiment with me, thru these lines, thru these poems. June 10-
