So many people on Earth,
So many thoughts in my mind,
You're only special for a second
And if you play blind
I won't come to you a second time.
It's hard to see through me, to read between the lines
When everything that's true lays
Displayed on a pedestal outside.
I need a moment to grieve nothing :
No regrets, no saying :
'I wish I could've done something'
And no, I don't want to go back to when I was little,
Because that's when for me life was kinda bitter.
With each second passing I'm moving towards
Finding my place in between the worlds.
Just lend me a moment to recover from mischance.
I promise I'll give it back when I have the chance.
I'm in the same universe, yet travelling through realms is making me tired
I have to face it and stand up to it I cannot retire
So early from life, I don't want to die still.
I'm not waiting for it'll break in and I'd shatter to pieces,
I'm always prepared for the next fight, those are my daily caprices.
These thoughts in my head they combine.
They are strong with a rhythm and rhyme .
Nowadays telling the truth is a crime,
But they have been wasting my time.
It's hard to get what I'm saying:
I can't write my whole life
In one line
And tell the definition of every phrase,
Because for me things have a different meaning, a deeper meaning,
Let me tell you, no, I'm not going through a phase
Of rebellion.
My thoughts, they are killed by the million.
How can I not go crazy? How can I survive?
In a world where your closest awaits to stab you with a knife
In the back, right when you put your guard down.
Maybe that's why my walls are high from dusk til' dawn and so on .
Yeah it's hard maybe you can't understand
The way I think,
But keep listening
It will all make sense after some time
My thoughts make have no logic without one another
It's like reading volume 3, without have read the other-s.
I have no clue whether you want to see NEXT or whether you are curious what all these shitty rows mean, but I'm gonna post NEXT anyway. I'm doing this for me, even tho, of course I'd love some support from you, but I'm gonna keep writing without it too.
YOU ARE READING
The unheard
ŞiirEach of these poems leads the way to one particular feeling I get. They are all tightly tied together. I try to express myself in an artistic manner because that is how I feel that my thoughts can be understood best. 'No one reads poems anyway' mak...