This is the only way I release my feelings, my emotions
So that I can appear fine and average on the outside
Why are random people suddenly approaching me in a way that is making me wary of myself?Is it finally too, too much?
That I unconsciously am being too lenient on myself
Allowing myself to take on the form of my emotions?
Wearing it on my sleeves, looking the way i feel?
Am i finally up to my final days?
I am not prepared, but I am ready
Life has not shown me anything worth living for
My own self don't think we have purpose nor meaning
And that made me calmer that it should be
The peace it made me felt, wanted to experience the true nothingness,
and cease to exist
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Written By Emotions
PoetryA collection Written by emotions Poems written with blood and tears