Someone asked me,
What do I do on day's
I can't hide the pain
When the demon's are back again
When it can't stop to rain
So I can't escape
When my cheek's hurt from
faking a smile everyday
When the sun rays
No longer shine
Body no longer feel like mine
When depression
Is the new suffocation
When death is the only solution
What do I do on such an occasion?
_Tao
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Emotions In Word's
Poetrywords better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poe...
