It hurts so much to live a life that doesn't feels right.
Living a lie that I have to be fighting for my life over and over.
The pure soul that I once had; vanished into thin air. Leaving no trail of the damage, the wreck you made on my life.
Pushing me over the edge of the train line to hell; burning all my humor,love,passion towards everything that's apart of nature.
How long wilt thou suffer?
Hurting the ones who mean the most to me.
It's just dust to dust, ashes to ashes, he who lived once, only dies after.
27.04.18
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Non-FictionPoems..... About love, family hate. This book consists of poems. I've been writing from I was 9years old.
