Sanctuary [Poetry]

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I am flawed, that I know of.

Apparently, I refused change, simply because I'm scared.
My life is a mess, sure.

Not something to be proud of.
Obviously, I'm living in chaos, my mind always wander to find that perfect silence.
This makes me want to just shut down myself and hide.

A little bit of complete serenity will be enough.

Give me that.
Offer me a place
Offer me death, that will do as well.
Deep inside, this emptiness kills me.

Pit of darkness consuming such small container.
Even my veins started being rebellious.
Realizing I'm not worth all the blood.
So young, I feel like it's already my limit.
On the other hand, I know.
Never am I a good person.

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20Sept2019