PASSING
There will always be a time
Wherein being happy's a crime
Knowing that it will go in time
The feeling of being just fine.
Others might never understand
Where and what in life I stand
The feelings I feel deep down
Only I, have always known.
I have always wanted to be
Someone else but not me
Pretending to be happily living this life, I tried
In return, it kept on letting me feel tired.
I want to be just like the time
Who will surely pass by in time
I fear death but it might be the only way to rest
From all of the madness, sadness, and mess.
But, leaving the ones I care and love
Is the only thing that's holding me to live
Afraid of the memories I will leave
My presence they may eventually crave.
I hope I'll be given a chance to live the life I have been deprived
Before leaving this world and in the other side I would arrived
Because passing might not be that frightening
It might be the only thing that make me feel like living.
-Syrill 🖤
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An ink for words
PoésieI decided to just create a creative naration of what I'm feeling about someone or about what I feel towards the day. Not forcing you to read it but maybe you could relate 😊
