Death...
It is so scary,
But its sweet releath is as taunting
As the forbbiden fruit from the Eden's garden...
It is calling for me, whispering in my ear like a snake...
I am too scared to look it in the eye, I am too scared to face it...
I am scared of the pain, scared of regret...
I wish I could disappear, turn into dust, vanish into thin air...
I wish I never existed in the first place...
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Things I Can't Say Out Loud
PoetryHere, I express my feelings in the form of very short poems. These are very heartfelt, as I pour my heart out when writting them.
