I drowned myself in imaginations.
I escaped myself from suffocations.
I ran away from my burdens.
I ran away from my mourns.
Why is this world so insensitive.
Why can't they make their opinions positive.
I indeed fail,
I indeed make mistakes.
But why can't they appreciate me?
Why can't they let me be happy?
I am tired of lifting this haul
I am tired waiting for these wounds to heal
Their words so dreadful
Their words so painful
I am about to surrender from this soreness
Cause I'll never be the best
This world needs acceptance
To know that we're only human
Instead of giving luminance
They stab us in an instant
But who are they to step on me?
Who are they to consentrate instance for me to be happy
Who are they to hurt us?
Who are they to make us blast?
We have our own stories to tell
We have our own names to spell
We have the right to sing our own hymn
We can enlighten this world with our torches
There is a light out of this tunnel
Remove your heart from the covering flannel
Gain the power to ignite
Gain the power to escape this eternal night
You must spoke out your own poetry
You can make an unerasable legacy
You're not a mess nor a pity
You are shining and luminary
YOU ARE READING
The wounds That will Never heal
PoetryDepression? Anxiety? Stress? or whatever negative emotion conquers you, take a deep breath. Let these words heal the wounds, take a a rest. You've done Enough. Take a breath with every page. Let your wounds be healed with every line and rhyme. Rise...
