What do I want?
I don't know.
Is it near or far?
Or maybe within me?
Empty inside, I don't want to survive,
Can I just die?
Who knows the answers?
Do I know all the questions?
How did it happen?
When did I lost the zeal, the zest or that excitement I used to feel?
There is a bleak hollow inside of me,
It keeps getting wider and wider within me,
It's so suffocating, I cannot breathe,
It's too much, I can't take it,
I'm drowning! Can I save me?
Can I turn it off?
Can I escape?
I want to break-free.
I want to save me.
Don't want to drown,
Don't want to feel empty,
It's too much I cannot take it,
Please someone save me.
P.S.
Qiza is sad soul, if you want to learn more about her, you can read Entwined by nishatronak. Thank you for reading.
Stay blessed. :)
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Qiza's Soul
PoetryDroopy eyes, dead inside. Maybe I should really die. Letting it slide, cursing my mind, Pretending to be nice, all the damn time. Can I really say I tried?
