Going through identity and existential crisis
Nothing new
It is not my first time that it gets fucked up
My worldview
The rhythm of my writing is half broken
As my soul
Trying to go through this journey of life
With a hole In my heart and mind
Sometimes everything seems meaningless
In my eyes
Sometimes I just think about ending it
My life
But life .. has more in it
More to come, more to find
Even when it feels like a dead end
And even when he is blind
There is more to life
More to give rather to give up
Less to hate, and more to Love
More to do and change
Rather to just blame
But it still gets bigger and bigger
It starts to eat my hopes and dreams
I'm still talking about my void that I'm unable to avoid
But it will not be forever
For yes as I have said before
Nothing is fine with this world
For all I hear are screams at night
And I can't ignore what they see
My eyes
I can't ignore what it feels
My heart
Nothing is broken can be fixed,
But broken things can be transformed.
For ashes can turn into new Beauty,
But ashes can’t be what it was once.
But still, I don't believe, not anymore.
But still, I have hope.
Hope, you are the only thing that makes me seek more.
Hope, you are making me feel alive, even with this void, this hole.
Hope.
