No one has ever seen,
How I breakdown in pain,
During my darkest night,
When I was too weak to fight.
No one has ever wiped,
The tears I silently weep,
But my shaking hands alone,
As I tell myself, it will end soon.
No one offers comfort to me,
When my demons haunt me,
To bring back all my insecurities,
And all the scars in my memories.
Having no one in all of those,
I learn how to tame all my chaos,
Without bringing others to the mess,
Without blaming anyone for my distress.
I become the artist of my emotion,
The mechanic of my depression,
Everything you can find in my poetry,
Are testaments of how I survive my misery.
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RHYMES OF MELANCHOLY
PoetryPOEM COMPILATION *** Under the gaze of the moonlight, The stars asked three people that night, "What will you give in exchange for my light?" The doctor answered, "I'll give you my sight, So you will see the world in someone's eyes." The teacher sai...
