These delusional dreams of mine,
Never they ever end,
Cause reality is so heart piercing that all that left to do is dream,
Wander if you exists for real, thinking of the things the way I'm thinking,
Or just finding ways to express or escape,
Or sometimes just to find that joy and comfort even in delusions,
Cause I hold no fear of strangers as they know nothing of my history or me,
But I fear my loved ones cause they're my ruins,
They're my issues, they're my enemies and they're my pain and also they're the one I love,
And I wander whether you become one of those pangs of my life,
Which I'd turn into history,
Or the love of my life which I'll turn into misery,
Or just a figment of my mind which will be a mystery,
Or the hand of my reality which I could hold forever so dearly.
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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...
