I run in this endless circle, finding cracks and pieces chipping off
I think I run away, Away from the thick, black walls that hid me within myself
I only hit another wall, same as the last
This fantasy I live in where I think I can be happy, Where I think I'm alive
I'm nothing more than a doll for my soul to dispose off
I'm nothing more than fake
I'm broken, I'm not real
None of this world I want to believe is real...is there
Tears can't be shed for the failure after failure, to many tears have been shed already
Knowing tears won't solve it, knowing I won't get out of this hell of a circle
Knowing the life I want to live is not my own
I'm broken, I'm fake
My soul is telling me, that I'm never going to escape...
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Free Flow
PoetryThis book is going to be set up in a certain way. The chapters of every title are going to be what I express my thoughts on, whether it's in poem form or just talking about it. I own everything in this story and I hope you enjoy ^_^
