There is always an end.
Probability got chances
Unbounded got unstable
Lips form down
Drawn in tears
Fear in pain
Pretending to be okay
Killing is a sin
But living is a suicidal thing
Surrounded by hypocrites
Hearing toxicity
But still use to it
Questions in my head
Unendless words
Revolved, travel, runnin' in my head
Tryin' answering all shits
But still stuck on one quest
'What's my purpose?'
Trying to find myself
Trying to fit in society
Trying to use people
Trying to love?
Trying to be loved
Trying to live
But I'm thinking
Why do I need to live?
Why do I need to suffer?
Why do I need to met people
Isn't important
Why do I need to meet people
Purpose is just to broke me
Pieces by pieces?
Why do I need to stay longer
If I die soon?
Pathetic thing is
After we suffer conquer finish
All challenges
All struggles
All puzzle
All problem
At the end people die
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Unspoken Thoughts
PoetryI think wattpad created for those who wasn't personally vocal. I may not that good in writing but at least there's an app who would let me to write what im feelin'.
