which burdened soul
wants to be alive?
when living means
never waking up from
your
never ending nightmare.
a nightmare not bound to time.
a flimsy little thought
was all that it took.
now
my world
comes crashing down
in front of my very eyes.
all the carefully placed pieces
come tumbling down
to the hard pavement
of reality
and
shatter.
the truth was in front of me.
the truth that i chose to ignore.
the truth that cost me my soul.
the truth that destroyed my life.
- laina
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Words Sung By A Weeping Soul
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. My genre Is angst and these poems are full of them. Pondering about the world, wondering why you exist. I try to put thoughts like these into my poems. And a warning my poems don't rhyme. And contain simple words but w...
