Spend the nights crying,
Spend the days dying.
Dying inside from the pain your own souls brings you,
the terrible ache, that life carries with.
Crying because, this is a messed up world.
Done with family,
Done with friends,
Done with yourself.
Pathetic!
Stop crying!
Be happy!
Demands that try to get through, but the echo only bounces of the walls that have been built.
Why?
There is no reason to!
What's the point?
We all live our miserable lives till death comes to take us away!
People say death is a terrible thing...
It brings pain and misery...
But does it?
Isn't it just a relief?
At night wondering.
Not about dying, but about going to another place...
Being able to shut off, and just think about nothing.
Almost like a comma;
your not dead, yet your not living.
Beautiful nothingness.
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Blue feelings
PoesieSoooo, this is not really going to be a story. It will be a collection of poems and quotes I like. The writing will mostly be in English but occasionally in German. Lastly, (just as a heads up) these poems do not have a certain structure, or for tha...
