I am mentally drowning in my sorrows. And physical straying in the darkness.
They say I am in sickdays
I say these are the happy days of my life where, people die and I thrive to live of there fears.
When I see there tears,
Tears of joy come to my eyes and finally,finally alive.
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Broken Pieces Unraveled
PoetryThe mind is the the gate way to hell and insecurity is the key to opening it .This collection of poems are just a taste of that.
