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Poezja

I never call this poetry or work.. these are my thoughts, my feelings exactly as they are. Just scribbled, when I no longer can hold 'em..

Silence

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by kaushiakulz

by kaushiakulz

Its so hard,
To find a purpose in life.

I tried
Tried so hard

Tried so bad.

Tried so desperatly.

And here I am
Asking why,
How,
When,
I'll get my answer.

I thought that I found the happiness in life
I thought that I knew what happiness is,
What I want,
How I want,
Yet,

Nothing makes any sense.

I firmly belived that, when someone expressed themselves,
People would understand.

Was I a buffoon if so?

Words make no sense.
Words have no value.
No value, unless they're sharp.
Razor sharp.

So that people remember.
People feel.

What'a my purpose in life?
What is the purpose in my life?

Thought I knew.
Yet, seems I do not.

Here I am

Puzzled
Blinded
Numb

Isolating myself.

No sharp words
No firm thoughts.

But at least,

People won't hear
People won't get hurt