Why do we love to suffer?
You loved someone but that someone didn't loved you back-- someone loved you but you refused his love.
You cared for someone but that someone ignored your care-- someone cared for you but you choose to neglect his care.
Why do we chase something that we can't have?
Why not try to be content on everything we have?
Why not appreciate the things we have?
Being free and weightless from suffer- isn't it healthy for us to have?
Why do people pretend to be unrestrained?
Why do people so ironic?
How many times do we have to looked for directions with uncertainty?
How many times do we have to fail inorder to realized-- that what we looked for, is in our side, within our reach?
How many times do we have to be deafened, blinded to realize that it's not too late-- maybe it's too late?
It all leads to a big question mark.
YOU ARE READING
For No One
PoetryI wanted to shout and voice out, I really do If only I have the courage to reveal it I will, but a coward like me will always depend on its swords and armours - WORDS This is for you, no one. PicCredits: DARR #8- May 10, 2020 (poetry) #1- May 9, 20...
