“I wish so desperately every night
to have a purpose. I don’t mind not
figuring out what it is, I just want to feel that there is
a reason behind my existence. That I am here for
something, and not only to fill the narrow
space between two people.
Tell me that I am not just a mere filler
to a house of loners.
I want to be more than that.
I don’t want to be named after my father,
to be called as his daughter,
to be recognized as his abandoned child.
I want to be something more.
I want to feel more than this void in my heart
that no matter how many stuffs I try so hard to push in,
I can’t still feel anything.
I want to be something.
I want to be someone.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
