Sometimes I can't handle,
The pressures of everyday,
Don't face my issues,
Just wanna walk away.
But I can't do that,
I'm forced to face the fear,
But all that I wish for,
Is that I wasn't here.
I wish I could sleep,
So that I could dream,
But it doesn't help,
Always wake up with a scream.
The music has long ago
Stopped, now it never works,
Go into the deepest depths
Of my head, where horror lurks.
I want you to follow my footsteps,
To find out where my path ends,
Because that's how I become me, when I
Found out I set my own trends.
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Expressing Me
PoesíaThis was my first collection of poems written when I was younger.