For me, life is a struggle.
It's an impossible reality every single day.
I try to understand, try to unlock the secrets,
To unravel the mystery.
I search for meaning, for reasons behind it all,
But I keep on stumbling.
I keep on hitting brick walls.
It's like going in circles, running after something,
With no beginning at all.
But there must be a reason.
I can't precisely describe the way I usually feel,
But I know I'm not happy,
Yet I'm not exactly sad either.
I don't feel like I'm living,
But I don't feel dead either.
I dread my existence,
However, I Select to continue going.
It's like I'm caught in a jumble of emotions,
Enveloped in emptiness and confusion.
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
