In this lifetime
I have seen a thousand break-ups
A million Kisses
A billion shootings and still nothing has changed
It seems that life gets harder and harder everyday
well for me
I say for me because I am a no one
No one knows my name
No one ever asks how I am doing
No one ever wants to talk to me until
They need something
I ask myself all the time do I mean anything
Do I really make a difference in the world
Can it be that I am just a lost person
I realized all of these can be true
They can also be false
This feeling inside makes me wonder if I am really here
Can it be that I am just overthinking this all
possibly and most certainly
But I still believe that I am lost
without a trace, without a soul
without a conscience
About the Creator
Outspoken Goddess
Love is nothing but a word, life travels at incredible speeds but it doesn't hurt to slow down and admire the view.
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