I rather live in an illusion that seems to be real
than in a reality where everything is fake.
I never thought the truth was my worst fear,
So I keep blaming my paranoia not to change.
By every second I step up to the future,
and every second back is now a past memory.
I keep trying so hard to play my last turn
Feeling low when I am high by every ecstasy.
Maybe I got comfortable
with the illusion of being happy
Or maybe I am just a freak
That thought love was real,
But you can't see the scars
marked on my skin,
And you can't feel the fire that
has burned me down in tears.
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State of Mind
شِعرState of Mind its a book of poems that is based on the state of mind of the author and related people to him. Do you know what a suicidal person or an isolated person feels? Or even a person with chronic depression? it was written to touch the dark...
