What does it mean to feel nothing?
Why does my heart change?
Why does it feel hollow?
Why am I selfish but at the same time pity others?
Am I truly vain?
Why don't I know a thing about who I truly am?
Who am I?
What should I do?
What will I become?
Why would I want to be left alone but at the same time seek for a company of others?
Why am I hungry for friends but at the same time push them away?
Why am I so indecisive?
What's what I really want?
Is this me?
Am I me?
What happened?
What hurts a lot?
Why can't you be strong?
Why don't you stand to your words?
Why are you still living in the past?
When will you see the now?
Where do you think you would be in the future?
Are you tired?
Depressed?
Why am I having a hard time crying?
What did you do?
Why are you a mess?
What is the problem?
Why would you care less and less every day?
WHY????
What did you do to Me?
I want to go back... I want to live the way I want... Why are stopping me? Why became a hindrance yourself? Don't you know your worth? When will it end? When will my peace of mind come? Where's the haven I always want? Where would I go?
Tell me...
SELF please.
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Cries at Midnight
Poetry[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever w...
