Lonesome

Poems and Prose

No, no.

I was there.

I was there and I saw everything.

I was there and I can't do anything.

It's like I can feel everything and that I'm the only one who's existing.

It's worse than being a ghost.

I know who you are,

But I don't know who I am.

I know how you feel,

But I couldn't understand how I feel.

They say everything has a purpose,

Then what is the purpose of my existence?

They say everything has a reason,

Then what is the reason behind my purpose?

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Who is me?

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Where should I be?

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Why can't you see?

Tears are fading away.

Tell me, what should I do?

A smile is blooming again.

This is how I live.

Unknown.

A stranger to myself.

Worse than a ghost.

"I don't exist for the world, the world exists for me...."

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caramelatte
#1
Chapter 12: Hello! ; u ;
So i came across this and you wrote beautiful poems! ^-^
And youre a kpoper too omg *^*
So yeah.
Keep writing! ^^