I would like to remember
what it was like
having happiness bubbling in my soul
and
peace all over my body.
This sadness
keeps turning into anger
when I try to speak it out loud.
The anger burns my body
like the fire would burn a forest,
a cigarette,
a piece of paper.
the longer I think about my sadness
turning into anger,
I better understand that the little girl
who didn't knew what actually being hurt was like
doesn't exist anymore
and, sadly, it's nothing else
but someone who I used to be.
-S.S
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Out Of My Mind
PoëzieI KNOW, I know the title is kind of cliché but honestly I couldn't come up with anything else. But you with WHAT I actually came up with? All the poem that are inside this book, some are kind of romantic, others are kind of depressive and others are...
