why do I still cry
why do I still care
I know I'm not alive
I know I lost my flame
why do I still smile
why do I still breathe
when I'm being knocked by your fist
when I'm standing on my knees
why do I still try
why do I still pray
I will never touch the sky
I will never find my way
why do I still fight
why I do still feel
although I'm all alone at night
although I have scars on my skin
why do I still search for home
why do I still stay strong
cause maybe I've got a feeling in my bones
maybe I will find the place where I belong
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PoetryЖивотът ме направи една бъркотия от емоции. Оплитам се в собствения си хаос с всеки изминал ден и чувството е задушаващо. Но изкуството освобождава душата ми от болката и я превръща в нещо красиво. Това е мигът, в който се чувствам свободна. Думите...
