Surai
There's Nothing Left
- Mar 26, 2024
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I don't understand any of it. Is this really it. You can chase anything you ever wanted. All you ever needed. Just to come up empty in the end. Do you feel this long drawn out whisper. So quiet we keep it hidden. As if we were ashamed of feeling it. Of understanding ourselves. "To a point of no return" is this really what this is. We can scream to the skies. And the break of thunder cuts us off. We are floating in a space we take up. And all the spaces we take up. Do we really know. We don't really know do we? For sure what is to come. But I'm sure of one thing. That when the day comes I'll make my escape. From whatever this all is. And it feels like hell. So let's feel better together. Because who else do we have, besides ourselves. I truly want peace. In a world where conflict makes sense is a world I reject. But who cares what we think. Who cares what we do besides all of the affected. We were born into a world that is trying to convince itself, that it belongs. In any way it can, show us. We don't belong. And when we make that final leap. I just hope I don't forget you.
I just hope we make it out. Easier than we hoped. I know you are struggling to make ends meet. Because the circle keeps coming back. It ends where it belongs. Do we belong?
Where tears well up in our eyes. Realizing this is it. So many who are absolutely unjustly humiliated by life. I hope they get their share. I'm sure there will be an end to an end. Tell me why I can't give up the thought. Give up the thoughts in my head. You see their creepy gaze cutting through grass. And their glass eyes. Why I can't give up the thought. Of leaving.
I just hope we make it out. Easier than we hoped. I know you are struggling to make ends meet. Because the circle keeps coming back. It ends where it belongs. Do we belong?
Where tears well up in our eyes. Realizing this is it. So many who are absolutely unjustly humiliated by life. I hope they get their share. I'm sure there will be an end to an end. Tell me why I can't give up the thought. Give up the thoughts in my head. You see their creepy gaze cutting through grass. And their glass eyes. Why I can't give up the thought. Of leaving.