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This Isn't A Poem
07:24
[New York - Urban Cone]
These are the years life tests your strength and commitment.
This is the year where people who changed you leave to make a better version of themselves.
This will be the year where you discover who you are.
I feel a little melancholy
but I guess that has become a norm.
I feel out of place
I don't know where I stand.
I feel too much
I know,
and I won't apologise.
I want to leave this place
so I can find where I belong,
a place where I can call home.
This is not a poem,
this is a train of thought.
It is 7am on a Thursday,
please stay.
I can't offer you much,
this is all I have.
I will save you the sob story
and prove to you I might be the best.
I am only 18,
and it is a big world.
I used to prefer going on an adventure alone,
thinking it would be worthwhile
But I am tired of being alone.
Adventures are meant to be shared.
No idea where this is going,
I am going to end it here and now.
Have a good day,
I lack creativity,
sorry.
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