*** This poem is not something I am proud of but I am tired of trying to be perfect so stepping towards the goal :) ***
As the night sky grew dark
I walk down a park
Hoping to relieve hurt
A break from the world...
The tall trees remind me
How small I am
I recall my non-existent infancy
Little care or little sympathy...
Each autumn leaf reminds me
How old I am
Exams, friends and being cool
All amounting to immense pain...
The flowers remind me
How happy I was
But I know nature's secret
They will wilt- just like me...
The cold reminds me
that I am still alive
I don't know why life is trying to teach me
I won't live that long anyway...
The bonfire reminds me
Of the destruction and debris inside
I find myself walking towards it
Only to realize I'm already dead.
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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...
