Losing
Rue, remorse, regret crumbled inside,
You tried.
I guess I've lived life the wrong way,
But I've made friends and foes on the way.
They touch me and suck the life out of me,
Fury is the satan that won't let me free.
Why can't they see?
But is it really fury? Wrath?
Or just dole disguised in dignity?
But I feel completely robbed,
I'm stripped, unworthy.
Why can't they see?
I'm crashed,
Dying.
Shattering
Drowning
Losing.
- TLS
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Melancholy- A Bunch of snippets
PoetryI don't know if it's the weather, the hormones or just how my life is shaped but there's something so gloomy inside of me. The Melancholy Snippet Collection, is a set of poems, verses, paragraphs, stanzas, bits and other write ups based on the sorr...
