My chains are still attached to the wall after trying to rip them apart,
but what use is it to try?
These chains are practically unbreakable,
I might as well give up instead of trying.
My broken heart is useless enough as it is,
why can't I fix it somehow?
Nobody's around to help
but I can still hear their screams ringing in my ears
No matter how free I feel at times
I'm still locked up by my own chains that ive created
It was all my fault as they say
It's my fault for overthinking
Only my fault
and I know that
but I didn't need to hear it again
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My Will to Live
PoezieThese here are Poems that I've wrote myself from what goes on in my life. I write what I feel which is why it comes out so depressing and dark. Please share my poems with people out there who might feel the same. WARNING: DARK THOUGHTS NOT GOOD FOR...
