We kill ourselves,
By giving into our emotions,
Be it Love, Fear,Anger,Joy
We are so lost in our emotions that we don't see things clearly,
We either love too little or too much,
In the end when these emotions are gone,
We're left bare like babies,
Raw with no knowledge and oblivious to the truth,
Our emotions are so powerful that they'll be the death of us,
Solitude, I crave a place where I can be emotionless and carefree and live for me,
I just want to liveeee!!!!!
After all tomorrow isn't promised 💔
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Her Perspective
PoesíaShe didn't have the voice to speak the words. So she wrote them down with a pen and paper. It's her perspective, her story in short poems.
