For some reason, I feel obsessed with death.
As if it reminds me of an idea of the end.
It's a bitter end for all my troubles and uncertainties.
Perhaps it's because I once threw myself to such an extent.
I know what it feels like when your dreams get shattered, like bits of glass.
It breaks your soul.
Making you question your choice to live.
In such a situation when no one stays by you.
I took a bold and stupid choice to end myself.
But when my attempts failed, I asked myself,
Why did I survive?
Perhaps there's more to my story,
Or is it because I haven't fulfilled achieved my glory.
I still don't know the reason to bring me back.
Cause only a few make such a comeback.
As for me, I still have challenges,
But don't fall prey to them.
Perhaps I shall find out my purpose,
Or be found by them.
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Dont mind the Lyrics
PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
