Sometimes no place feels like home.
Depression is like an unescapable dome.
Happiness can't be bought for millions or dime.
There is noone to tell I'm not feeling fine.
I've been running away from my thoughts.
Only to find them thanks to my faults.
The mistakes, there were too many, lots.
They all have been carved in the five dots.
I think real me is a bad man and son.
I know solutions can't be found in loaded gun
but it made me feel it could be my answer.
All the trying and until death I'll be lonely dancer.
YOU ARE READING
Two Sides of Mine
PoetryWHAT IS HIDING BEHIND THE WORDS? short 'stories' with deep meaning. It's about my feelings or things I am going throught.
