Is it heavyness or emptyness?
Is it Depression or madness?
My mind is playing with me again,
the fuzziness in my brain
Love and humanity are nowhere found
Everything is still the same, nothing ever changed
This world is still wrong
Egoism and vanity is strong
The pain in my chest rips me apart,
black blood comes from my heart
It forgot to beat, to live
It's cold, nothing feels alive
Everything is falling apart, but nobody cares
Everything is forgotten, no more tears
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Black Blood~🖤
PoesiaA spontaneous collection of small dark poems, my deepest thoughts and feelings, short and simple~ Hope u like it 🖤
