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Lately, I been paranoid
by the voices inside my head
telling me I’m useless
and I starts to hurt myself
I’ve cuts on my wrist
just to take a rest
but still I’m holding
on my life,
For I remember
their are so many souls
who died unexpected
that still wanted to live
and everynight is
a practice of dying at
battling over the ground of
your bed to keep on living
I was lucky to keep on winning
for I’m still standing at
the verge of death
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Words I Stashed In The Depths Of Ocean
PoetryAs I started traversing on the other side of my existence, I have waitness too much pain and sadness. But what it compelled me is everytime the uneven waves splashed me with my cannoe back from the beach I still get the courage of getting and trie...
