As I wonder off to a place of serenity,
the world pulls me back to chaos and misery.
No escape, no wonder to free me from this world I live in.
One blink and I feel as if I’ve committed a sin.
Mortified, petrified, and lost behind the many souls of living.
So many souls like me are crying.
Disappearing and reappearing; a constant battle between sadness and happiness.
I hear the misery calling out my name more often and so in me raises the sadness.
The happiness has hidden behind my sullen heart.
And as I try to pick myself up during this time my heart threatens to fall apart.
So, sometimes I cry alone; the solemn world creeps along.
I hate the sorrowful world and I scream not to belong.
Too late, too long I’ve been born already.
I can’t escape this life full of tragedy.
Some days I feel immobile, no strength left to move on.
Though, surprisingly I still live on.
Thus, my feelings become like stone, almost like comatose.
Intriguing isn’t it to live this life despite living to the point of insane.
But, then again who is sane, what is sane?
As I wonder of to a place of serenity,
the world pulls me back to chaos and misery.
And then sane and insane both become the same.