What have I done wrong? Why do I keep choking myself? I hear steps but noone ever comes. Why can't I turn back the time and say last goodbyes. Why do we live if we suddenly die? Why do we feel if we get hurt? Why do we cry if we are called weak for it? Why do we love if people make a puppet out of you with your strings of feelings?
YOU ARE READING
Two Sides of Mine
PoetryWHAT IS HIDING BEHIND THE WORDS? short 'stories' with deep meaning. It's about my feelings or things I am going throught.
