It's so hard to fall asleep now. Knowing your not coming home.
In empty dispair you hardly catch me smiling, and if you do it's only fake.
It's harder to move on when they move on faster then you do. It's almost impossible, you get that numbing feeling deep inside your heart.
You try doing drugs in order feel anything even if it hurts you.
Life is breaking not you. Look at yourself and say your wanted by people but dont know who and I had too keep living in order to find out.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
