Twenties Madness

By an Anonymous writer

I could be a suffocated flower

The early era of questioning of the daisies

Not the traditional usual founder here a deferent kind of species another day with my wilting leaves

another day diving in the underworld of the universe

Glasses all over the floor

Thinking to use it to cut the rots

The ones that connect inside my heart

Creating so many photos of my mistakes

Obligated to be who I am

Are the guardians coming to save us?

Or continue twirling around this galaxy of fuss? all I used to know is I wasn't enough But Not knowing who I would be if I didn't learn from the past currently, here l'm remaining blowing out the black candle saying to myself I'm enough

It was me who did it at the nearly ground

I don't want to take my broken heart to the grave

As I said before

Not the last page

Forgive and forgot to learn and continue and to be less afraid