Tomorrow is not promising
I'm confessing
Today
So I think I'm suicidal
Colours don't exist anymore
All I see is grey
I've been depressed since five
But I have learnt to live
With it I think it makes me feel more alive
I thrive
to survive
Call me a bee for I stay in a hive
I am a poet
Don't trust me I will expose your secret
Inform of a poem
I wish to die
Yet I'm afraid of the thought
Of being forgotten
I have a lot in my head
And all I want is to be heard.
_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...
