It's cold here,
Want to gid somewhere to feel warm,
Feeling good yet regretting for leaving home,
Not feeling like a pathetic stranger,
Busy on my own,
Finally things seem falling to their places,
And living got its worth.
But the life still seems heavy to carry,
Just like her messed up hair,
People still seems too hard to mess with,
Just like lice and eggs,
Once enter someone's head,
It's hard to balance it all,
Just like her headaches and all.
The letting go and hold on,
Seems more of a moody things for the person with indifferent emotions.
She don't want to ruin herself,
But she still does it,
Waking up for her daydreams sleeping during her hard times,
Eating when sad,
Laughing when lonely,
Trying to balance,
The sunny evenings of life.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"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...
