Mourning is the worse
Especially when you wake up
I attempt to share feelings
But all my emotion is stumped
Mornings are the worse
Especially when you sleep late
I attempt to wake myself
And forget even the most obvious dates
Both types ways to describe your emotion
I can't stand wake up tears or broken heart ones
I remember the way I boasted
But my heart is finally done
An entity that falls apart
Whether its attention span or love
I hate mournings and mornings
And I think I've said enough
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A COLLECTION OF MY FEELINGS
PoetryMy own poetry which I use to express myself. I sometimes feel like I'm not supposed to be on planet Earth and all my life I have to cope with these different choices and scenarios that do more harm than help. It is up to me to push through it, but I...
