I've been thinking about multiverses lately.
I'm not really big into that;
But, it just fascinates me to think that there might be different worlds with whole new versions of me.
There might be a world where I am happy.
Where my friends, stay my friends.
Where my parents are proud of me, no matter how much I score in tests.
Where I am not alone, or awake and crying at night.
Where razor blades and blood and pain doesn't make me feel alive.
Where I'm not empty, but brimming with words and life.
Where everything I love, isn't snatched away from me.
Where my future isn't uncertain.
Where my chances at life aren't bleak or slim.
There might be a world where I am really alive.
Then again, there might be a world where I'm not alive.
Where I took the plunge and didn't exist to feel so much misery.
Where I turn to darkness and don't return.
Where I end myself.
A world where I'm loved, or hated or just ignored.
Maybe, it's all inside my head, maybe it's not.
But just a different world.
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Way Ward
PoetryLife is a jumbled mess. And from within this mess, I'm gifting you "your" stories, along with the stories of some other lost souls. Way Ward - A way to find your lost self.
