Nothing feels more sad
Than we lie on our bed
And wish to be dead
Because we have no one to turn to
And scream our hearts out
But, it will always be ourselves
And we all know,
Admit it or not
Ourselves also gets tired, somehow
Which makes us close our eyes
And repeatedly keep on wanting
To be six feet under the ground.
- Kyla
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A Thread Of Letters >> Poetry
ПоэзияThis isn't about love. Maybe, it's about life. Highest Ranks: (July 29, 2023) 1 in #wattpadpoetry 8 in #poems 5 in #Poets
