Dear diary,
i didn't died
i just stop living
i stop doing the things i love
i stop making new friends
i stop hoping
i stop dreaming
the moon is bright but the stars are dying
the canvas seems empty
the colors are fading
i stop dancing
my hands are shaking
my bloods are gushing out
my heart is beating loud
my tears were flowing
my sweats were dripping
i stop breathing
loud voices
tired eyes
messy room
hollow heart
bleeding wrist
hopelessness
broken soul
i don't know what to do anymore
YOU ARE READING
diary of a broken soul
PoetryThis book is a compilation of poems. This is for those who have a broken soul trapped in a tired, restless body. Every piece of your brokenness will fit in each word, and every part of you will be in every chapter. Be with the book, as it will conti...
