I do not live,
living someone elses life...
Breathing an air that is not my own,
Whispering wind and touching sand,
Feeling misunderstood and unhappy,
Having all the reasons to feel the exact opposite...
Whats more to life? Is this it?
Clueless pain, not wanting to be here,
but being cus thats the right thing,
thats my riddle...
Having too many options,
But not relying on any...