I'm getting broken down,
From the scars of my past,
I hear howls of hounds,
From the lands of aghast,
And shadows of demons around,
Are the reasons for the curses I cast,
My armour is broken,
So is my life,
The sentences spoken,
Cut me down like a knife,
The deep rooted fear,
Of losing my love,
My life is anything but clear,
Maybe nothing is my all,
Maybe nothing is my everything,
The world condemns my candescent crawls,
It leaves me wondering,
Should I crush those limits, or build myself a wall?
Should I be relentless?
Or should I build my armour again?
Should I be reckless?
Or should I absorb all the pain?
...
Yep, another sad one. This person is fucked up in the head due to their mental issues, their insecurities and fears.
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Paper Planes
PoetrySometimes you know something's right and you go for it! But some other times, you know it is wrong, you know are being tricked, you know are going to be heartbroken but you still go for it... This book is a compilation of various emotions you go thr...
