Am I really enough?
Am I really that good?
Who’s deserving of love
And deserving of food
Simply being himself
Simply fooling around
As if Nothing has changed
As if nothing’s been found
Revelations aren’t needed
There’s no need wasting time
Recollecting the thoughts
They aren’t worth a single dime
And it feels like I’m drowning
In despair for fresh air
For some feeling or something
That will prove I still flare
Still can suffer, persist and of course I can laugh
There are feelings, there’s something
In this sham of a life
Prove me wrong, tell me white lies
Otherwise I am done
There’s no end and it’s hopeless
Where is light? There is none.
31.03.19
everlasting question
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