SCARED

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I thought that if I owned nothing, had nothing, was nothing, I would have nothing left to lose, and I would not be scared anymore.

Because my whole life I have been so scared. Scared to live because I was scared to die.

But at the same time I was so scared of living, so I wanted to die. Or maybe so scared of dying that I refused to live.

You don’t have to be afraid to fall, when you are already on the ground.

You don’t have to be scared to lose someone, when there’s no one around to lose.

Charlotte Eriksson (goodreads)
(@Elynjay1, 2019)
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SHATTERED

We are broken. Our ways are apart.
Still we laugh together and taunt.
We fight and get hurt…
Still we don’t stop!
We spread love among us,
With the scent of believe.
We write on live.
Our dreams are shattered.
We think to move on,
But scared to miss each other.
We smirk when someone scolds,
But we drink a jar of poison each time.
We die and born everyday.
We rely on each other.
We get furious.
We tease and never step back.
We listen but never act on.
For public we are mature,
But among us we are childish.
We act like ninjas among us.
And we love to stay like this…
But then, what are we really fighting for. Where’s this leading to. Everything is wrong here, SHATTERED. BROKEN.

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@elynjay1, 2019… (Joycelyn)

Words: Irfa Adam.