I am realising more about myself,
I can't even read the book kept inside the shelf,
I keep wondering where has gone my soul,
And why do I keep singing "We're still celebrating superbowl" ?I feel tired all the time,
Feeling of fatigue,
I can't even take my drugs to make me feel the peek,
I can't even contemplate how I'm still alive,
And why do I have the patience and time to not go and fly?I am living in the sweet melancholy of life,
It may be sad and gloomy,
But at least it's all mine.
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The Woes of Sarah
PoetryCollection of poems, sad and sweet This is an unlimited poem collection I will keep updating poems here, you'll find happy, sad, lovely, cruel poems here. All your teenage emotions written out in one whole poem collection. Note: all images used are...