
How can I live on
With all these regrets
It’s an endless cycle
Of finding my purpose in living
I tried so hard
When can I break down the walls around my heart
Lost in conversations pretending I’m fine
What’s the purpose of writing some conscious if no one really gives a shit about your thoughts
In the journey of becoming
Who we are destined to be
Stuck in this ditch of uncertainty
By my own doubts and fears
Watching those horrifying news
I’m not part of it should I be happy or sorry
I’m always vulnerable to emotions
Am I asking for too much