I'm nothing but the hurt and pain, I could swear it is alive alone.
Unreachable desires, I sit looking for what does not exist, and therefore cannot be found.
Internal worlds, that fight for my attention with forced reality.
I do not know who I want to win, I don’t really care.
It's the fight that drains me,
From deep inside
And I am left,
Forced,
To be alive,
Alone.
- Author: DD. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 4th, 2017 13:10
- Category: Sad
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