I'm dazed off the reality,
By finding my own darkness,
And by knowing the cruelty of human existence,
There were days full of idle mornings,
There was hope and inspiration,
And at this stage there exists this mundaneness,
I know I can bring in the hope through my actions,
But often my mind makes me go numb,
I've heard the beautification of summer,
But for me this summer is like hard time growth,
Full of numbness and burning head,
Want to try little harder,
So that life could reciprocate respectively ,
Yet I'm so in this haze it suck.
This morning this sadness became contagious,
Knowing some dark side of my own idol,
Afraid of meeting the other idol,
As to be at his age what will I get to hear,
Last time I tried to meet end up crying,
Found solace in the joy of friendship,
But eventually that friendship turned itself bitter,
I'm regretting to began my morning like this,
Yet I'm understanding and clarifying my own mental pattern, the way it all hits.
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The Mad People's Dorm
شِعر"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
