Oh Cruel Days,
You become me,
I breath in deeper breaths,
Getting shorter, with the pain,
but it's not over yet.
Please I just want everything to stop,
With sharp words, I've had enough,
Take me away, before it clouds over.
The Darkness that is Depraved
It Tries to kill my light,
with Blood-stained
tears, tired of life.
Trauma got me bad,
I'm barŠµly breathing like I forgot how,
I'll just be alone like this, I don't know what to do.
Stuffing ear with earphones with the volume increase
Deeper and deeper, I so can't find myself
Who am I now?
I can’t find the answers.
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Comments1
Bleed to death stain the wine as its arrogance is shallower than these words of rhyme fighting dear poet
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