Can you feel it?
The sadness turning into anger?
The depression turning into aggression?
Can you see...
all the thing inside my angry eyes,
all the thing that I have gone through
without speak up about them?
Fear is tearing me apart,
I can't see a way out
when there are tears in my eyes.
I know the feeling of suffocating
and not being abble to see what is
in front of me because the tears,
I've been running around in this world
since I was born,
never staying in the same place
in fear of being caught,
never talking about my feelings
afraid of letting people get to know me,
afraid to show that I had feeling like a lot of them.
Living in the run,
linving with fear,
anger,
sadness,
always seems to be a way out
but it only is a way in,
a way into a laberint
that is in a constant change
and sometimes the way out is gone
and you find yourself alone.
-S.S
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Out Of My Mind
PoetryI 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...
