What do you do when you realise you don't want to live any longer,
What do you do when you realise how fucked up a life you have been living,
What do you do when there's no light,
What do you do in dearth of all those pretty smiles?
How do I crawl my way through these ever closing walls,
Seemingly silent yet screaming halls.
How do I leave when I still love those I would leave behind,
But in my heart I realize there is little peace for me to find.
What do you do when you realise you are helpless,
at the mercy of a man who couldn't care less,
What do you do when all you want to do is turn your back,
Take the easy way and never come back.
What do you do when you become faithless,
What do you do with the torment that your soul goes through, day after day, each hour difficult to pass through
All these uncommonly common questions, I didn't wish to ask anytime soon,
But I ask you now: Is it time for me to let go?
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Dystopia In My Little Utopia
Poetry"Within every dystopia, there's a little utopia." -Margaret Atwood A collection of poems, some from personal experience, some just feelings.
