"Depressed, he spent days,
Life was a blurry haze.
Alone and sad he was,
Wondering where happiness was.
Society's expectations were too much,
He found home in her touch.
Season changed to spring,
They were connected through a precious string.
She wanted future, he wanted present,
She left, how indecent!
He came back to his scary land,
Everyday missing the touch of her hand.
The guy who never cried,
His only hope died.
And that day he wept all night,
Wanting to disappear from everyone's sight."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
