SORROWS.
I'm dead inside.
Been dead for a while.
Confused that I'm still breathing
By now I thought I would've hit the ceiling
Life is rough, life is tough
But all I ever needed was some love.
Everyday the pain grows
I'm not myself and they know it
The real truth lies in me
But I'm too blinded to see
So I ask myself,
'Why you wanna fly? Blackbird, you ain't ever gonna fly'-Nina Simone
Yasmine A.
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Sorrows.
PoesíaJust here to unload my deepest thoughts. Sometimes they are dark. Sometimes they are light. It's like watching the moon and sun have a battle with each other. This intense dance they do around each other, trying to escape this 'thing' we call 'life'.
