Would you look at that
My feet are still on the ground
My head is still stuck to my shoulders
My heart is still beating in my chest
I'm alive
Ragged
Worn out
Tired as bloody hell
But Alive
I think I'll lie down now
Sleep for a while
Then tomorrow we can do something nice
Be happy
Then the day after we can be angry
And the day after that we can be sad
And maybe one day we can do all of that and some more
Because we're alive
We're Alive
YOU ARE READING
Fragments of my mind
PoetryA little bit of me. A little bit of my life. A little piece of my searching soul. Poetry
