It's almost midnight. I lie awake- tossing and turning. Looking for answers which nowhere to be found. Head filled with regrets, emotions, rage, and anger. Didn't think i'd stood so low. I feel numb and soulless. Kill me if you would- drag a blade across my sins. I feel like i'm going insane. I'm craving a helping hand yet- i'd slap it all away. It was all on me.
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Pages of Repressed Feelings
PoesíaIt's a compilation of my thoughts. Not so much a poetry, but i guess you can call it that. Some might be light, others might be dark. Some might be extremely personal, others are inspired by other people. Welcome to my brain, it's a fucked up one.
