What am I really here for
Why am I still breathing
I paced around the ocean shore
Pondering as to why I'm living
Diappointments and regrets
Flooding in my way
My body lay still as my mind frets
Asking why they won't stay
Enough is enough
My heart weeps in despair
Chin up, be tough
All those things you can repair
But could I? Would I?
When no energy was left in me
All I wanted is to fly
Get away and be free
YOU ARE READING
Words
RandomSometimes we can't show what we wanted to show, sometimes all we have is a pen and a paper where we can write it all, every feelings, every emotion, but sometimes even that is not enough. This a collection of my own written poetries, some are random...
