Wailing, tightly clutching my hair,
Feeling like I'm in the middle of a road.
Trying to take deep breaths,
And grasping for air.
It seems like everything keeps moving,
But me, still stuck in the middle.
Watch everyone pass,
As i feel myself losing.
Watching everything darting,
With my blurry red eyes, lifelessly
And now i see a car coming,
With it's headlights sparkling.
The sound of the horn,
That i wasn't able to listen because of the voices in mind.
I close my eyes as my insecurities near,
And now I'm finally gone.
It was me in the middle of the traffic,
Trying to feel something.
But now i accepted my faith,
Without any panic.
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Author's Note
I checked my ratings and they were pretty impressive. I'm so happy hehehe
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𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐘; 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
PuisiIg for me poetry and writing is the way to express my heart and soul which can't always be done verbally. It's my first time writing some and I'm hoping that I'll be able to express myself to y'all through this. Warning: Some poems contain suicida...
