The world is forgotten
I broke loose today-
from the life that was rotten
Everything seems to be drifting away
For the first time I don't want to face the sunlight
I am tired of all the drama and crap-
The fight for our futures to be bright
I feel brilliant coming out of the trap
I can hear the ocean's melody
Calling me to her abode
This feeling is heavenly
to relieve the stress and load
I fell on a bed of pearls
Maybe people should tour hell
It's simple to just follow the rules
But how could I tell, oh how could I tell
YOU ARE READING
Reaper In The Dusk.
Poesía| 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...
