I asked and asking, why you don't see me hurting
I bled and bleeding
I cried and I'm crying
But no one can hear me screaming
Pray and faith
I lack and needed
The lies in the lines
All I can do is cry; trust that it is part of God's plan
The curse you put on me
Regretting and worrying
For the things, I don't know
And to the things that happened to me
You will laugh at the jokes that are real
Maybe because it's surreal
You will feel the fears
But you can't hear the ears
You can see the bleeding
And the blood in writing
You will shout and punch
The cabinet that made of crying
You will sleep on the floor
But you wouldn't hear whatever's behind that door
I'm crying, bleeding, tearing, hyperventilating, and shouting
But you wouldn't care to take me to the hospital for the living
The heat of the sun will be a reminder
That you wouldn't care about the remainder
The bell that always rings in the morning
That also rings for the mourning.
YOU ARE READING
THE CLOUDWALKER
Poésie𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
