Sometimes it feels like the pain will never fade away.
Many times I asked myself: "Why would I stay?".
The wounds aren't healing.
Sometimes I look at the night sky.
Many times I wished I could fly.
I have an empty feeling.
The doors closed.
Gone were my hopes.
Trying to get up,
but it feels like my life just stopped.
And now I am alone...
Trying to figure it all out on my own.
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Weird is the New Normal
PoesiaPoems I write when they just come up in my head. #33 in Poezie #124 in Deepthoughts #240 Deep #544 Poembook
