I have run out of faith
living in this house of pain.
There is one last chance left for me.
To run away from this tragedy.
To explore the unknown.
To forget I'm alone.
To start all over again.
Even if I have to stand alone in this hell.
And maybe I'll find out
a place to call home.
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My Secret Phone Notes
PoetryWords, sayings, thoughts of mine and maybe somehow poetry which are written in my phone's notes and nobody sees and knows about them but they keep deep secrets of mine that I'll never have the strength to say. Writing is my escape because there are...
