I'm looking at the stars,
alone on my balcony.
I'm looking at my scars,
the only thing I feel is agony.
Agony so big that I can't even breath,
I am starving but I don't wanna eat.
What the hell is happening to me?
Is it alright?
Should I let it be?
Something is happening,
but what is it?
I really need someone who would help me a bit.
The question is- is there someone who would help me?
Maybe one, maybe more.
But can they help me?
Can they help me when I already closed the door?
The door to my empty heart.
Maybe they can,
but it will be really hard.
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
