If life is just a messed up series of events
Then darling, I am a master puppeteer
Playing along with bad decisions,
Wrong mixes of alcohol
And cold-hearted people
Who should have never ever seen
A single tear rolling down my face.
A strong shot of sincerity
Strikes my whole body just now
As I see myself being worse
Than I’ve been before
While I have more
Things
And less feelings
Ungrateful
Still deeply hurt
A wounded soldier
Who loves solitude and wine
Gets lost in the nature
And talks to the moon every night
Me – in a nutshell
Afraid of death but sort of waiting it
Loving everyone else but not herself
Wake up!… The voice inside my head yells
But am I?
Awaken
Or just barely alive?