Late night thoughts trapped in my head. Oh please just let me go to bed.
I can't deal with this much longer, it's the peace in my mind that I long for.
It's much too late for me to be awake, all my thoughts are full of hate.
Maybe one day I might be as happy as I'm pretending to be, but then again not everything can turns out positively
Voices in my head saying I should be dead. Maybe they're right, but I'll at least try to fight.
So I'll just blast my music and hope this goes away, and maybe one day I won't feel this way. Bottling all my feelings I have inside, feelings I try not to show, feelings that I hide.
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Poetry
PoesíaSo in here you will find poetry of this awkward human being. It's mostly about pain and broken families