Curse is the name
Its definitely her game
To be left out
In everyone's lane
Full of pain and heartbreaks
but can't subside the aches
Can lean only to herself
Nobody is there to help
Everyone judges her
That makes her suffer
And to feel more pain
That will lead her to faint
Too depressed
But still fighting to be the best
Hiding everything ,
Escaping reality is what she wants
But hindrances makes her to cry a bunch
Pride is all she got
Will she surrender it or not?
Wishing it will end
So she can be whatever she tend
So the old her will be dead
And she will never be unwanted
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Out of the Blue
PoesíaCollection of poems. From a mind full of chaos and confusion.