i might be irritated
of what it seems to be crawling inside
one that makes me parted
and not help like a guide.
not being able to stand
on my feet as stable
silently crumbling like sand
because i know i am not able.
a crash that is always put to test
is one whom i call myself
because she is no longer just a mess
she has now shattered more than half.
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
