Yesterday, I did something bad,
I imagined a world without me.
I imagined what it’s like to be dead,
Will I be trapped, or will I be free?
Will the sun shine bright?
Or dark clouds will surround.
Will someone cry for me?
Or will I be forgotten unannounced.
What will people say after I die?
That I did it for attention?
That I was stupid enough to take me own life,
Will someone even understand my tension?
What if I survived?
Will I be understood? Will I be loved?
Cause everyday I battle my insecurities,
And just wish to be dead.
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If you feel like that too, then hang in there, you deserve the world and the world is coming to you with all the happiness 💖
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Of Dreams And Desolation
PoetryThese are just the collection of small poems that I write. I write poems of all kind so there is no particular emotion. But you'll enjoy it😁😁
