I always wonder
why people chose to smile
and hide the scars.
I always thought
of telling the pretenders
that screaming and being wasted
is way too good than cutting wrists.
I always pray
for those who are lost
seeking for any signs
asking, "should I continue?"
I always hate those
who act like a saint
in a paradise of sinners
they are the ones who must be ashamed.
I realized,
those who are living in darkness
are more significant
than to those who shows happiness.
Don't love those who laughs with you
they are angels
fallen from heaven
destined to drown in sea of fire.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
