Aching for peace
November 26, 2021
Staring outside
as the rain starts to fall.
I slowely look up
at the thick and dark clouds.
The rain on the glass
streams like tears from my eyes.
They fall on the grass
as I scream out and cry.
My thoughts start to drown.
like my head's underwater.
Rain falling down,
as the sounds getting softer.
I feel my last breath,
escaping my body.
I'm aching for death,
my head feels so foggy.
My eyes start to close,
my heart's beating slowely.
A smile on my face,
cause I'm finally free.
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my head is a mess (ENGLISH)
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