There is so much going on around me today
But I'm not listening
There are so many people here
But none of them see me
And that's okay
Because I'm preoccupied anyway
My head is descending again
My heart was never there
My faith is long sincegone
But still I hold on
Why?
Am I attached to something here?
Do I have responsibilities?
Such a huge word
And What of the loved ones?
Makes me wish I wasn't born
Can I not leave?
No
Never.
It wouldn't be fair at all
Not on me, not on them
But what of me?
Do I mean nothing?
Obviously.
So what exactly is the point?
My point?
I don't know.
Does anyone?
Does anyone really know?
Just why we are here?
No..
Some people want to believe
But I think they all know
What they are hiding behind.
They just don't want to know
Being ignorant
Is just so much easier.
These Are My Thoughts.
Make of them what you wish
I know they don't rhyme
And I don't care
I just want to know
Who I really am.
What we really are..
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