It's there in my eyes
All my troubles ,all my thoughts
I've got to face my demons, I know I've been good
but it's all on me again
Where I started, where I am standing now.
I wanted to find a road that will lead me home
I am nothing but a small fish in a big pond.
Reality is a staircase leading nowhere
I had dreams to become something in life.
I had strived to make my own way.
I have nothing left except my knife
to accompany me everyday
As I lay there feeling all alone and numb
Wishing that this day was over , and never repeats ever
I swear I'm brave and strong, and have done nothing wrong
That's the way the story goes, and you may never see me again.
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Reaper In The Dusk.
Poetry| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
