If you asked me what I believe
I don’t know what I would say
I believe in God
And the universe and chance
I believe in music and evil
I believe in people
And then, I don’t
Because why would the stars align against me
And God let me feel this way
Why does every song speak to me
And tell me I’m not enough
Why do I have no one
I’m not alone, not really
Every day I’m surrounded by people
Strangers
Almost friends
People I once begged to love me
And ones I refuse to accept do
I feel guilty being so sad
Wanting to leave
Wanting to stay
Reaching out
Reaching rock bottom
Bearing my weight
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Stained Creativity (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Here in a poem is a mental dilema of what one really believes. Nicely written
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