Where is the fairness and
All the happiness harvested?
Why is there suffering in this world?
Can't we be free for just a second?
I can't stand watching my friends cry
To watch how they suffer and feel.
I want to be part of the help
But I can't even trust myself
I wish to be part of them as they are part of me.
Am I worth it tho? Can I even reach?
Cuz I feel insignificant as I see of help I can't be.
I need help
And so do they
I guess life is for us to pay.
Where's the freedom?
Where's the promise?
This life shows no mercy...
And pain is fully portrayed.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
