It's this voice in my head
wich keeps me awake
I know it's not me,
I'm gonna be okay
telling me I'm not enough
It's the Dark thought
wich eats my soul
drops my smile and
makes me weak
It's the knowing
to know it's a lie
that it's all in my mind
but not being able to realize
she kept asking why
I didn't have an answer
that's why I just cried
and regretted asking
asking for help
when the waves got too big
the oceans too dark
and my feelings too thick
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only the brave | poems
Poesía« it's a church of burnt romances and I'm too far gone to pray. It's a solo song and it's only for the brave » some poems I had in mind, some are personal, some just fictional. I just let my hands write whatever floads in my mind. TW // mostly depre...
