I have fallen to a never ending land
Leaving behind me nothing but a smile.
Dragging with me my precious
Bag of sadness and a file.
To escape from the injustice life
We submerge into what we like.
Sometimes being addicted to sadness
Is the only thing makes as alive even tho it strike.
For all the people who offered a hand
Behind that help is an ugly mask.
They push you next to a deadly edge
And say "Is it too much to ask ?"
I've made sure to protect myself
By a shelter made of distrust.
To keep me alive.
For all they wanted was to watch me combust
-N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
