But lately I've been tired all the time,
Exhausted being here; alive,
Saying I'm okay, I'm not alright,
All I ever did was hide,
Scared if I speak up, I'll lose my mind.
Tell me is it wrong or right,
Having thoughts of all these kinds?
I'm just fucking sick of life,
Seeing all these people shine,
Smiling, tell me: where is mine?
Will it always stay the same,
Or is there a quick escape?
All solutions sounds so fake,
So am I, I can relate.
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Written by the Wind
PoetryIf 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...
