In this state I'm not happy,
It feels like my world is dark and gloomy.
I want an escape and be free,
But this strucked me.
What if I got lost? Will they search for me?
What if I'm dying? Will they try to save me?
What if I were given a chance not to be born? Will they be happy?
What if I die young? Will they cry nor weep for my lost...or otherwise?
A lot of questions are on my mind,
Were answer triggers me to find.
I'm scared to face the truth behind my questions.
Maybe they really wish that I'll be gone for good with no hesitations
I can't help but to close my eyes,
Where tears starts falling...once, twice, trice.
Enough of this! I need to be strong,
I need to prove them wrong.
"But I wonder why prove something for me to be loved back?"
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Skeletons In Her Closet
RandomWelcome to her closet! Here lies all her skeletons. Sketelons that were supposed to be 6 ft. under. #1 in Englishpoems 06/21/2021 #1 in Escapist 11/21/2021 ✿
