Unsure what to make out of it
Always by your side
Lost of touch
Why are we alive?
Every night I lie awake
Afraid of everything and everyone
Times are unknown
We are broken
Deep inside
Bruised my pride
All those words
Harmful vengeance
Afraid of moving on
YOU ARE READING
Realm
PoetryThe version of instances made to feel complete but still missing the pieces to put together.
