When you raise yourself:::...
“The voided life”
What to do?
Where to go?
Can somebody tell me?
It’s just so hard when you don’t have a figure to follow.
You are in the mettle of nowhere, no place to find comfort, no one to talk about how much it would mean to have a dream.
Because, you are all wrong for everything. You are just wrong for everyone.
Pieces of whatever.
Screams and darkness.
You are the consequences of all the blames.
You are so insane and broken.
Your words and acts mean nothing.
You are nothing.
Please, can someone please let me know when does it stop?
When the pain is going away?
You live dying each day, with a short smile, no breath, no change, no chances.
Because you are the glitching part of time.
Heaven is always far.
When you raise yourself,
please let yourself know,
That flying is ok.
That you are worth this life.
When you raise yourself,
please love your way,
let go of insecurities and fear.
Because you are not a mistake.
This is my gift to you, maybe that’s all my point.
Letting you know that you can and you will, in love.
