Crying on my bed sheets because I'm 21.
It's my fucking birthday.
And for the first time since I remember,
I wanna celebrate and party hard
because life is actually worth living.
People love me and make an effort
to find something I love, something that
I've never thought I was longing inside,
like oxygen deep into the ocean.
People love me and hug me from behind
and I'm not scared at all to be assault
because I trust them with all my heart.
People love me and see me for who I am,
sunshine and midnight, because nothing
can change the fact I'm a survivor.
Crying on my bed sheet because I'm 21
and I've first tried to end myself at 15
and thought trying again so many times
me and Death are really good fellows.
And I don't know what to do with my life
now or then - these weren't the plans -
but I certainly wanna live my damn life.
And even if the ghosts from my past
still haunt my thoughts and feelings,
I'm strong enough to understand that
they're sirens in the foggy seashore
and I have to ignore them to go on.
Crying on my bed sheet because I'm 21
and I'm ready to burn this hell down.
STAI LEGGENDO
Nugae - Narnia
PoetryNarnia cerca di esprimere in versi quello che prova. Vorrebbe essere come Catullo, Ovidio, Leopardi o Dante, ma non ha tanto genio poetico, quindi questo è il risultato. Spero vi piaccia.
