Is it love or comfort that I need?
What am I searching for?
What do I actually want and need?
Why is everything not enough?
What is my unloved self searching for in this world filled with confused entities?
I'm risking myself,
Walking on an egg shell,
To seek for something even I do not know what it is.
Drowning in dilemma,
The unwanted existential crisis,
It feels unreal.
Is it love or comfort that I'm lacking?
Is it both?
What and who do I need?
Dear prince on a white horse,
Help me,
Pull me out of this misery,
Stop me from questioning things,
Smile me a goodnight,
And hug the pain away from me.
I would love to be happy again.
-R.X-
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A Piece of Heart in Question
PoetryThis is where I pour my untold feelings in the form of poems. I'm sure a lot of people will relate to this.
