Have gone for a new start
Fresh slate they say
But all I want is to find that hands that will hold me
A shoulder that I can cry on
And a friend that will be able to have my back
I miss all my friends
and the brother that I lived with for 18 yrs of my life
what is there not wish for
for this life may become empty and may not exist at all
we all say that we are lucky to be alive
but wat are we living for
who are we here to save or to even give birth to
this world is full of curiosity that might as well kill all of the cats
because we have many questions that go unanswered
“was it I who should have died?” “Did I make the right choice to come here?”
I move slowly
yet no will understand the true feelings that we feel or the emptiness inside ourselves
but this is college where we learn and explore and find out what we are here to do
This is my fresh slate