how lovely it would be
to runaway with all the things that haunt me
to be free with pressures and everything that's weighing me down
to wake up one morning and be thankful for being alive
how lovely it would be to breathe
and close my eyes at ease
that my brain wouldn't have to think of the worst case scenario everytime
and my heart wouldn't bleed pain to death
what would I give
to be gone
and be never found again
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Lover of Words
PoetryWritten poems, songs, and random lines. Made out of my messy mind.
