"I wish for an urgent change in circumstances,
For I'm going insane and laughing at myself.
A sliver of pain invaded my veins;
I'm left with nothing but to recycle my mind's trash,
So I'm just tied to this threshold.
The actions that provoke me leave me in a sinister state,
And eat my dead flesh as if it were something special-
Bitter, venomous, and perilous are the thoughts,
Choked in the droughts of hope."
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Strings Of My Heart
Poetry"Short poems about mundane life, when nothing feels right, and everything feels wrong. How we all strive to live a romantic, passionate, beautiful, and happy life, yet suffer agony when it remains out of reach."
