Dark, cold, silence,
eyes are heavy than my heart is,
gazing at the wall without blinking,
No thoughts, just wall.
Your voice echoes in my head,
ears are ringing that'll make you deaf.
I cannot shove down any food not anymore,
it feels like eating a throwed up food from a person.
Body can't move of much tiredness;
the voices call you lazy from laying all day long.
I will suffocate from this world,
my mind devours me,
I can no longer see the purpose to live,
value to live, reason to live.
Am I allowed to show emotions?
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The Lost Pages of Poems
PoetryIs it really just Poems? Half of teenage life. blade that digs deeper in your flesh with words. Every chapter is just poems and every chapters don't connect to another.
