I think I might die soon,
Because I'm sick of trying,
Tired of acting all okay,
While my soul is slowly dieing.
I hope I gonna die soon,
For there is no reason anyways,
No matter how hard I try,
In the end it always stays the same.
I know I'm gonna die soon,
But I don't know how to explain,
I found no other escape
From the demons in my brain.
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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...
