Why am I here?
Why do I feel like I don’t belong?
Faces, places– all seem familiar
But my body and soul, detached
for so long
Why am I here?
Why do I feel like the road’s getting thinner?
Faces, places– all seem fading
But my heart, running in circles, wants to hold on
Why am I here?
Why do I feel like I’m missing a puzzle piece?
Faces, places– all turned into shadows
I’m searching, still looking for it
Jigsaw life, will I ever complete this?
Post last modified: May 5, 2014. Gods– it’s been more than a year. I can’t remember exactly why I made this poem, though. But hey, it’s good to be back here on WordPress. I wasn’t able to give you guys some updates about my life (as if you’re interested to know, ofc). Anyway, I’m going to post another one. With that, I’m going to let…
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