I don't know how to feel anymore.
I don't even remember the last
time I felt anything.
I don't know how to handle
all the things going on.
I just can't do it no more.Hey, whoever you are,
could you lend me a hand?
Could you take my hand
and guide me out of this mess?Hey, whoever you are,
could you show me a way to escape?
Could you show me
which way to go now?Because I keep asking myself what life is all about and I keep wondering when it's all going to end.
C.
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Subconscious Mind
PoetryMaybe someday, our aching hearts will mend, and the bond that connects us for a lifetime, won't ever be broken. ••• Subconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions...