Look at me now!
Flipping off churches and spitting at stars around the moon
Hoping, dreaming, praying, wishing
...
Maybe you'll come home soon
But even if you did, would I still be alive?
And now I've grown so distant
Even from the ground I stand on
Perfectly complete
Completely revolting
And I've had this feeling,
that If I met me on the streets
I'd want to kill and rob me
Nowadays I'm Hoping, dreaming, praying, wishing
...
Maybe you'll come home soon
...
Yet I'm wondering, fearing, and dreading the possibility
...
Even if you did, would I still be alive?
I love this poem deeply. Like completely deeply. Love you, Tyease
i understand these poems but i just don't know what to say about them just that your poems explains it all..the words you use just tells the whole story and the picture..I love it.~Eva
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have the same fear. My life just got a whole lot better, but I'm scared that what went through will leave me forever scarred. I'm scared I won't feel anything again, that I'll never be happy, and that I'll never truly 'live' again. I think that's what you mean here. Beautiful poem! I loved reading it!