What am I living for?
Said I live from little things,
And maybe for now those little things are fulfilled,
Chirruping birds, sitting by the green cafe, writing poems, reading stories,
But life seemed as vacant as always,
As I was living inside my head as always.
The cold wind,
Helping to breathe,
The pattering sound of rain,
Seemed like a mesmerizing view of life,
Favourite book on lap,
Writing about the things love around,
Wanted to ask is this the life,
As I was living inside my head as always.
Don't like it,
When I spend most of time inside my head,
Hate to put on music,
When all I want is peace and to breathe,
But at the end,
That's what I do,
As at the end out of nowhere,
It's the only thing left to do,
Just to escape what's becoming pang in head,
Is this what I'm living for?
As I was living inside my head as always.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
