We easily let ourselves take things for granted.
You always take me for granted
I allows myself to be taken dor granted
I've forgotten how hurt it felt.
And I am very tired.
The nothingness keeps me questioning the purpose of it all. Not god. Me.
How shall I
What should I
Will I have the strength for another step?
To a point
So many hate in this tiny heart of mine-
All there is lies and lies till we confused ourselve what is real what is make-believe.
I pretend just so to live.
What does that makes me?
Am I good or am I bad?
A liar or an innocent?
I am a wind drifting by.
I who have nothing
Just another day everyday.
