Heart filled with empty questions
The wish to run away grows.
Mind making up a thousand suggestions
Is this my true self, that shows?
Lost in this eternal circle of doom
Getting harder to find ways out
This begins to feel like my tomb
My reflection begins to shout
Passion burns so seldomly under my skin
Instead regret starts making its way to the top
But this is not - yet - declared deadly sin
If just I could sit on the rooftop
Drowning myself in music
Just so I don't feel
The reason I am using
Real life does not have any appeal
•Sun. Aug. 9:30p.m.•
YOU ARE READING
try to forget
Poesíawhat if i just run away? run away and never look back? would that be freedom? - collection of my english poetry in opposite order
