Through the portal between realities,
I can be what I wish for.
Ask what never was meant to be nor should,
Though it is far from the truth.
Is it?
A world in peace without pain
Or the hellish dimension of our fears?
Truth is what shouldn't be
And our reality is the scariest of them all.
What I wish for is to dream,
To escape this place of wounds and blood
To one where wings can spread
No limits bind the soul.
True freedom doesn't exist,
All is shackled in fear.
Unless you can travel limitless
Through your dreams.
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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...
