Every story starts with an alphabet
But my story's empty like a desert
Addicted to daily struggle I became
Cause life never gave me a name
Above mountains stood I
Spilling tears with/from a blinded eye
My tomorrow was blurred by pain
Yet hope and faith got me insane
What more does a poor soul require
When life hides my unknown desire?
To what extent must I endure?
For even with beautiful dreams, tomorrow's unsure.
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Bipolar Dilemma
PoetryThis is a collection of poems portraying the feelings of a depressed teenager. Depression has led to suicidal thoughts and these are poems which have much to do with thoughts of a depressed soul.
