What do I fear?
Amongst all the rising troubles
I know I can handle my own
I can give my all and twist events to my favor.
Yet the truth inexplicably does not wish to leave this lips
Even if I try my hardest, all turns to midterm lies.
Bound by invisible chains in deep thoughts.
Subconsciously trapping my fathomed dreams.
Written words is all that I can muster up to give in
And let the riptides of my emotional oceans flow.
Will they be enough to encourage my unspoken reality?
Or will they hinder my feelings down to dust.
The poison sinks in me
Slowly eating me away
But I still hope
That I may become strong enough
To set myself free....from no other than my self.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
عشوائيThese 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...
