Perfect father
Perfect wife
Perfect lover
Perfect life
All too good to be true
For we are shattered inside
Only tears and broken hearts
For masks drain and drain
All emotions start to die
Whilst a hole consumes us in slumber
Leaving us no longer
No longer ourselves
No longer our lives
No longer care
To be left alive
For the mask took its rightful place
For it took your family and time
To slaughter all your will.
While we took the deadly pill.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RastgeleThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
