I just want to be free in the world we see. Not bound to the ground and listen to the thundering sounds.
I see smoke in the distance as it rises high.
I look up and see the clouded sky.
The place of sins awaits for me for I have been very very guilty..
I caused pain and problems.
To the point that what I do is pointless.
I'm lost when I want to be found.
But I am bound to the fucking ground.
I'm stuck in a world that I want to leave.
For all my life I have been desieved
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My Diary Of Poems
PoetryI have always written poems, helping express my thoughts and feelings through pretty words and now I share them with you. Some may house dark themes, so be warned.
