Why am I here,
Surrounded but friends,
Surrounded by love,
But still feeling empty?
Why can't I hear
All of the words
And all of the lies,
That they tell me?
Why,
Why,
Why
Can't I answer?
Why am I asking an empty page
Instead of the "friends" across from me?
Why am I too scared to talk,
To those I've known since elementary?
Why?
Why?
Why don't I know?
When will I know,
Why I feel so empty,
And when will I know,
Why I can't seem to be friendly?
Why is my life always so hollow?
Why does my life feel like it's lost all joy?
Why don't I know
Why I'm asking why?
Why am I wondering
About these goddamn "why's"
Instead of living the life that lies
Just out of reach?
YOU ARE READING
Semita Vol. I
PoetryTenebris was about coping with life's cycle. Semita is about discovering its pathway. This is my ongoing poetry collection, and the poems in it are written in response to things in my life. Some will be brighter and joyful, and others will contain d...
