Is someone still there ?
can somebody knows my pain?
without saying myself that i'm really in pain?
can't you see the way i look at you is not the same anymore ?
can't you see the story of tragedy behind my Smile ?
can't you see that I'm slowly selling my soul to someone just to be dead?
I'm sorry ..
Mom my dream is not my dream that I used to say to you when i was a child ..
It change , the moment when I already saw the darkest in me .
the moment i saw that I'm good at nothing ..
It completely change..
My dream is to be free from everything ..
To rest .
to escape rather.
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Suicide Note
Poetry"Suicide Note" It's hard to write one when your tears are blurring your vision.