I dedicate this poem to life. :)
Standing on the edge of my life
Thoughts put in a blender
Trying to grasp what is this life
Where all I feel is
Cold, weak or dead
Who am I in this life
Where am I going
What am I running after
Who has the answers
For those back breaking wonders
Special, or not
Aren't we all different somehow
You are not me, and I am not you
But is that enough to move on in my life
Aimlessly, without a map
Anticipating an assurance knock on my door
That I'm just overthinking
my life has yet to unravel
And grant me what I truly deserve
My deeds that were never received
YOU ARE READING
B A D
PoesíaMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
