My world – poem

Is there something worth fighting for?
Is there something worth dying for?

Is there anything at all?

I hate the stars they remind me of my dreams.
I hate the feeling I cannot kill.
I hate the chains I’m in.
I hate the lie I keep telling myself.

Was it worth when I started?

I didn’t turn away when I had the chance.
I hate my dream in someone else's eyes.
I hate the spark I see.

The black clouds are above me for too long but I keep walking towards them.
Will I ever find a way out?

Do I even want to find a sunshine?

Everything’s spinning.
Can I just pause the world for a sec?


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