Lost




Confused indeed I am.
Lingering the moment which I know nothing about. Kinda like Jon Snow.

Trying hard. Yes it's in the affirmative.

But every time I tried I end up failing.

It was like, Fuck I'm old,
But the misery won't end.
For every shit I told
I get more than a thousand fold.



I miss writing, I miss my co-writers as well.

As fast as we build, goes fast as we fell.

I tried writing so many times. Trying to get at least a portion of that old self
But it ends up unfinished, like the governments crap



I don't know where I'm going.

I'm not even sure if I'm aware of what I'm writing.

I'm just here, glaring with a blank stare
Save me. At least I say.



I'm tired with my burden

I'm even too tired to say I hate life.

I work, I play. Without anything to gain
What am I sitting here for?



Damn, I don't know where I am.




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