The one who cry until fall asleep,
Those who doesn't find the light after the darkness.
The day become more darkest,
More cold, and lonely.
Enough to treat a soul into such conditions,
Until it breaks and disappear.
When there's no more hope,
We are dying slowly.
We want to be in a high place,
So no one's can reach it and hurt us.
Tired of everything,
When our society suffocate us.
It feels as if we are,
Trapped in a cage without outside door.
-Kyle ∅
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Internal Wounds © | Alias Kyle
Poetry¨Mis propios lamentos son los que a final del dia me recuerdan cuán herido se puede vivir en este mundo¨. ...
