"𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥."
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Poems which are a raw and unfiltered expression of inner turmoil and emotional turbu...
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Sleep isn't the same anymore. It's something that I've been deprived of for a long amount of time. But it is also the only form of escape from this wretched world.
Going through the same fuc*ing cycle every single day, the same thoughts and the same people.
You know what I hate more than anything in this world? My own self, because I let people around me affect the way I act.
It seems as if I am standing on the sidewalk, and my life is just passing by in front of me.
They say that life is short. Then why isn't it ending yet? Why am I stuck in this hellhole? Like a loop. Never ending.
I no longer have the energy to do anything. The only thing that even remotely helps me with writing, but even that I have to hide.
I am so tired of hiding every single thing I do, but it's not like I have a choice. I saw what happened when the other person told you, it was even worse.
Scars on my body remind me of the past. People around me pressure me about my future. The present is already killing me slowly.
