Why do I want to break down crying?
Why do I want to scream at the top of my lungs?
Why do I feel so broken inside that it's starting it's starting to hurt?
Why do I feel so alone in a room full of people?
Why does oblivion have to be inevitable?
Why do the good die young?
Shouldn't the bad die young?
But if the bad die young, why am I still here?
Why do I sometimes wish I woke up with amnesia?
These questions that fill my mind
May never be answered.
I fear oblivion and of being alone.
But I am afraid to admit that oblivion is inevitable
And I am already alone.
It's time to overcome my fears.
Becoming fearless isn't the point though.
That's impossible.
It's learning how to control my fears and how to be free from it.
So here I am.
Just trying to be free.
YOU ARE READING
Carry On
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote during random moments of my life.
