When people ask me what's wrong,
I just say I'm fine.
Because I know that if I tell them,
They'll say it's all in my mind.
I need to get help,
But I don't have enough time.
It's possible there was something in the wine.
No one sees me crying.
I think I might be dying.
I want to give up and stop trying,
For going into the light is just like flying.
There's a staircase to Heaven and a highway to Hell.
Where I'm going,
I cannot tell.
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Just a Little Bit of My Mind
PoetryA collection of poems that narrates my deepest thoughts, dreams, fantasies and emotions. My mind wasn't built to be the greatest, just expressive. "The truth is no one can save me, that's why everyone leaves me You disappeared The rest think I'm too...
