Some people live life,
Like the way they want
Like the way they feel,
Like they live for once
Some people like me
Searching for meanings
Tryin' to believe
All of the feelings
Tryin' to find out
Why all of this hurts
Why the hell I care?
When I won't even be heard
Some people live life,
Just the way they like
Some people like me,
Scared of the daylight
Caged in the darkness,
Believing my own lies
Am I the kindest?
Am I the brightest?
Wondering all day 'bout the human lives
Looking so sweet from the distance
But when you get in,
Feels like the death dance
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Withering Dreams
Poetry"But who's the tangled one in the bubble? " -Not just me, we're all confined by the walls we build ourselves. And those who suddenly find their elves in another world... maybe an unknown world Everybody who they feel something vague And every elf...
