The anger inside me is burning up.
I am getting crazier in every moment.
I am losing my conscience little by little.
I hate it, what I've become, the world and everything.
It's killing me to see you smile so softly.
But I am not the person on the receiving end.
I want to snatch every possible reason you must be having.
I am really, trully the worst woman.
But I don't know for whom exactly should I be sorry.
For myself since I had my love for you,
Or for you since you had to look out for me?
Anyway there was a destined ending.
And I brought myself down.
I am lying on the ground.
Plain ashes and dying spark within.
Just like the hopes from your crushed cigar.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
