After reading that quote somewhere it’s like its haunting me.
Just what is it that I’m doing with myself?
Who , What, Why, am I even here for?
We’re told to never stop looking even though there is no real answer to that.
So why then?
When people choose not to believe in God then what other reason is there?
Why hate what others claim to see and you can’t.
16 years alive is not long at all - but am I really as alive as I think I am.
At times I really doubt it; My soul seems to have left me long ago and theres only a matter of time before this frame collapses.
All around me people are hurting, pinning the blame on there self and on others. But blame is just a word. Fault is even less important if you ask me.
Cuz’ I feel so lost, used and unfaithful. I wonder how many others are out there that feels the same as I. Who can tell me if I really am feeling what I think.
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It’s all too much.
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