There are just days in life,
where I wanna stay in bed
all day and night
Cause they are the kind of days
That make me sad and wanna
cry to die
I dont know if its normal,
or not,
I just suffer these days as if they were the last of the kind,
But it still surprises me
that no matter what,
I keep on feeling useless
more and more every time
I am looking for a way out,
a way in which I can help myself
and stop stressing out,
And Even though how hard I try,
I dont know when my bad days will stop making me cry
But what I do know,
is that they make me feel so useless
that they keep on giving me reasons
for me to stop pretending my happines,
And once and for all,
to finish this suffering,
never ending nightmare.
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The power of poetry
PuisiHeyyy, so these are poems I wrote myself. I am used to write whenever I'm bored, due to the fact that writing is my passion, not to mention how much I love poetry So here I leave you some of my work, I am just longing for you to be related to so...
