at some point,
i feels like losing hope,
i dont feels anything,
heartless;
people come and go,
sick and tired of all of this shit.
sorry father,
for dissappointed you,
sorry mother,
for being such a bad daughter,
sorry for pushing people away,
last but not least,
sorry for my existence.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Silence
PoetryShe is a rose, And i'm just a cactus, My life is full of thorns and poisons.
