The guilt of certain things
And the regret of doing them burdens me down,
I knew life was an endless fight,
A long and tiring journey
With its own beautiful ways,
But why do I feel like
Despite knowing the answers,
I'm diving into the pool of questions,
Without even knowing how to swim?
Why do I end up having a bruised knee,
When I was just flailing on the surface screaming for help,
And the people I once helped just stare at me as if I'm a nobody?
Why do I feel like there's deeper to the answers I have been told,
And there's no way to find it without diving deeper into the waters
Without even having a proper answer of being back ever again?
~dolphin33 Poem diaries~