Drowning
I'm drowning in the river
Of oblivion in the underworld
As I hang limp on a broken thread
Thread shaped rope around my neck
Along with the promises you promised
Bit didn't bother to keep
So I drift away
Between the living and the dead
Slowly losing the will to live
And change for the best
Along with society not making me rest
As I die along with it.
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Our Untold Story
PoetryThis is our story, Our Untold Story. This book is a bit messy since this is my very first poetry book.
