When has it started?
Turmoil in my mind, feeling divided
What is wrong, what is right?
Should I live, should I die?
How do you save someone at the end of the line?
How do you change someone who gave up on life?
Myriad of questions
Multiple answers
The reality is that I gave up hope
I am a lost cause
For a long, I have played the clown
Coveting the crown
Yet everything fell apart
I am a deranged man
An empty shell in the sand
A melody without sound
A home without a house
A promise lost with time
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
