standing here
saying goodbye
as i was living
done from the reaping
my hands were bloody
my eyes are weary
my journey have end
last saying goodbye
standing on lake of sadness
it was so flawless
goodbye ruthlessness
i'm going to jump in
goodbye for now
goodbye for now
i'm dying soon
tired of my life.
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sleepless nights
PoesíaEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
