DROWNING
I am drowning
I don't see a thing to hold onto
Will I still able to swim?
When I'm already this deep.
Will I ever still survive?
Questions I keep on thinking
Answers were not yet given
Even now, I'm still wondering.
Will I still live then?
Lots of pointed arrows were planted
By people who I never thought would stab it
And it was buried too deep
Not knowing if I could still grab it
I can't understand
Why all of this is given to me?
Do I deserve to be so unfortunate?
Am I born to be this unlucky?
Looking above, anger arises
That man behind, I doubted
'What have I ever done to deserve?'
This suffering so deep.
Wishing happiness, then is it greed?
'cause it seemed, it'll never be granted
Am I depressed?
Maybe I am, but who cares?
Nobody did.
Will ending everything change a thing?
Maybe it would.
-Syrill 🖤
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An ink for words
PoetryI decided to just create a creative naration of what I'm feeling about someone or about what I feel towards the day. Not forcing you to read it but maybe you could relate 😊
