Giving my love and care to whom I cherish the most for them to give me nothing but pity back
I give them sweetness and they return in anger
I give them my love for them to return in hatred and insult
I gave them all I have and am greeted with a worthless, nothingness, numbing, painful draught
Draining the battery everyday
One's self relies on alternative fuel
One's self feels home as restricted as asylum
One's self feels constricted, controlled, contracted, concealed, every day in the closing walls
The walls are getting closer
fear from one's own mind playing tricks upon their past is created
anger, guilt, regret, sadness, worry, worthlessness, pain, ill, death
a salad of mixed thoughts screaming in the brain
Pity, regret, rebel, fear, anger, downcast, aching
Feeling scribbled in the margins of the script
All hope has been lost
Too many words
Too many thoughts
Too many pages
Too many screams
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I AM ANALISE
PoesíaI AM ANALISE The story pertains to thoughts and feelings I feel on a day-to-day basis but put into Analise's perspective. The thoughts have a theme on when you are feeling your lowest but in the generality, it is just random thoughts based on that...
