My brain wants to destroy me.
Thoughts that never die.
I tried not too think.
But, the silence was a destroying weapon as well.
I can't believe this life is real.
Sometimes I feel like hiding myself.
Sometimes I want be read like a book.
I don't know why am I still here.
Why am I still hoping that things will be better.
And tonight I am laying on my bed where I used to play.
Trying to stop myself.
But, I always get stuck
In the same place every time.
Wondering was anything that happened real or a nightmare
It scares me that I can't see the difference between the two of them.
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Whispers of Life
Poetry"Unwanted place where special people wants to be there" hurt love comfort every single one of them in one place whispers of life a book where everything is extraordinary Top Rankings 1# predictable 1# chooseyou 13# extraordinary 19# feeling
