Sometimes when I'm bored, I feel a little sad, like i want to un dig my hole, and fall back into it, cry myself to sleep, hold my breath anytime tears fall, Dream about my fears, imagine about my fears, of losing what matters to me most, My family, a family that I never earned, A family that I never knew that I needed, A family that I just fell into its lap, A family that loves me as much as I love them, Sometimes I even want to seek deeper, into that hole, with loud music, to sing along too, with others problems, an my little mistakes, to pile on my shoulders, to swollen down my throat, yet I can't go back, not after the progress, I just made to get here, to change, to be happy, to live and to be a good person
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The Writer's World Shall Continue
PoesiaThis is part 2 of one of my books called "The Writer's World". I hope you will enjoy continuing reading my passion for writing such words that I love to feel and write upon. ✍️ As I said, this is my part 2 of my continuing history of my poems throu...
