I hate this, I hate my life
I hate the people here, most of them
They don't know, they don't understand
But it's not like I'd tell them.
I'm so tired, living in a world of silence
But my throat just won't open
So I keep everything to myself
So I won't have to burden anyone else.
If I tell you it doesn't burn me
I'm lying through my teeth
If I say that it doesn't kill me
I'm lying right into your face.
The truth is out, it's screaming out loud
Of how I've been living under heavy clouds
Waiting for them to crumble, waiting for it to rain
Never running away, just welcoming the pain.
I don't have grey clouds with silver lining
All I have is a little time, for as I am dying
I will let the fire burn me
And the pain to kill me, slowly.
-Nik.
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Forbidden Thoughts
PoesíaWriting is my escape. But as much as it helps me to run from my problems, it also helps me to confess them. Though, no one is a saint, including me. There are words I shouldn't say, feelings I shouldn't feel, and poetries I shouldn't write. So here...
