Worrying the worry
Worry of self- doubt
Teary my eyes
Crying my heart out
Questions are asked
Answers not sure
Working isn't easy
Burdened on my soul
Waiting for life
Flip it's end
Can't take the charge
Can't make it bend
Love gets old
Save me from myself.
Silence is a thing
Silence is the truth
Living the anonymous
Failing to fruit
Engulfed in dark
Consumed in thoughts
Thoughts of provoking
Provoking the odds.
Levels of anxiety
Rushing in veins
Boiling my blood
Hammered my brain
Take whatever you want
But liberate my agony
Get me out
from my misery
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My Midnight Diary
PoetryA Poem Book.. Pure first hand feelings. Feelings which are dark but trusted Emotions which can't be expressed, Hiding is hurting and morose is what I get. If you too experience this sh*t in your life, you can definetely enjoy this poems. CAUTION...
