I am exhausted, tired,
                              broken, and outta place,
                              I manage to smile
                              with happiness in my face.
                              
                              You see that I'm happy
                              but inside you don't know,
                              how badly I want
                              my tears to let go.
                              
                              Although I want to
                              I keep it locked,
                              form time to time...
                              I just keep it in stock.
                              
                              Anxiety, Depression..
                              fill up my eyes,
                              while sadness and guilt
                              my mind was flown.
                              
                              My emotions are wrecked
                              I'm such a huge mess,
                              my head crowded with preblems
                              and fills me with stress.
                              
                              So I hide it and smile
                              to cover my pain,
                              feels like a storm; with
                              a never - ending rain.
                              
                              I'm a mistake, a disaster,
                              a catastrophe they say,
                              those words circle my mind 
                              from day after day.
                              
                              Every motion, every move...
                              afraid of deciding,
                              So I stood away from the light
                              and the darkness I was hiding.
                              
                              I hate myself, like-
                              a story with no ending,
                              scared to face my battles
                              for to lose I was fearing.
                              
                              The days I hate to recall-
                              are like books in a shelf,
                              untouched, dusty- oh what a shame
                              oh how good would it be- to kill myself.
                              
                              Time check:   2:55 AM. Yep you heard me. I have been up all night and have made a bunch, but for now, I might as well just update once and the rest is for tomorrow- just like what this says.. I'm exhausted you guys.. but all I want to say is, I hope you enjoy this one... Stay Alive! Stay Active! God bless! and PEACE OUT!!!
                                      
                                          
                                  
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POEMS I a Collection I✔️
PoetryThis book , is a collection of poems I have made for a portion of my life. It's made with effort, that caused me my life to make. I enjoyed making this, so I hope you enjoy reading this too. Thank you<3
