My heart doesn’t weigh.
Not longing for something,
No regrets in everything.
Didn’t know if what I did is right,
Or if this feeling is right.
Me, being moral and rational connect like a joint.
Yet, I still asks for a point.
Did I do something wrong?
Why does it seems to be my fault? – To speak out when I’m abused, to ask when I’m confused.
This feeling is weird.
I’m sure I did the right thing but,
Why I’m not feeling good in everything?
I want to shout, I want to scream.
I want to run, I want to flee.
I want an escape, Please, set me free!
I want to have some fun.
Please, let me breathe and witness the sun.
But…
HOW???
Possible became impossible.
There is no empty space, I have nowhere to go.
Don’t know what to do, don’t know what to say.
Can’t decide if I should leave or I should stay.
I’m not empty, I’m not full.
I don’t know what’s consuming me,
But IT’S TAKING MY SOUL.
-A.C.E
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