Yesterday I felt like dying,
So tears rolled down my cheek.
Today I know I wasn't,
Don't know if I can speak.
I was afraid this day,
But then it kept on getting better.
Now I wish it hasn't
And I know it sounds quite bitter.
What if I'm supposed to go?
Now I'm here questioning again.
Being alive is way more scary
Than to lay down and let it end.
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Written by the Wind
PoesieIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
