I ask myself how the fuck I made it this far.
How?
To be honest,
I don't know.
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Here's the truth,
I never felt alive.
But I never felt dead either.
There was times where I was free and happy.
Other days, I felt numb and just a body with bones holding me up.
When my grandfather died,
I died.
I wonder if he's proud of me.
I wonder if I'm following his path.
I'm not dead
But not much alive either.
YOU ARE READING
i am amanda
PoetryWhen everything you love has been stolen from you, sometimes all you have left is revenge. (Inspired by the show "Revenge")
