All I try to do is find a reason.
A reason to wake up.
A reason to get out of bed.
A reason to breathe.
A reason to live.
ALL I WANT IS A FUCKING REASON.
Not a religion.
Not a relationship with someone I can't see.
Not a stupid excuse.
A FUCKING REASON.
But that seems too complicated.
I'm sorry.
Forgive me?
It's my fault.
Let me just give up already.
Stop haunting me.
But of course the only response I get is,
"No."
So I must keep going without a reason.
*What the hell is your god damn reason? Do you have one?*
YOU ARE READING
My Mind.
PoesíaNo one is quite fixable. We just need to find the beauty in our ugliness. That will be how we overcome this world.
