I cry out for help but you don't hear.
I break down to pieces but you don't see. So I keep quiet.
I pick myself up
I Laugh along with all of you.
Even though that is the last thing on my mind.
I am slowly dying.
I am walking around like a dead man. Long lost pourpus.
Broken dreams.
Stolen happiness.
Eyes blank.
Which used to be full of unheard stories waiting to be heard.
They vanished from waiting so long. Feeling nothing but loneliness.
Bitter taste of love.
Lost in lust.
Loath for the world.
Cheap beers.
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PoetryThese are some of my self written poems List(on going) 1) playing with fire 2) fake smile 3)the 'badass' 4)depression I will update this book as much as I can Warning: some of them are depressing
