Finding an ending
To this beginning
That was bending
Without a meaning.
Should I just take my life
With a sheath knife
Or just a bread knife
Coz I'm living a lowlife?
No one's taking my side
That I countlessly cried,
Because I have too much pride
I tried to commit suicide.
Living in an empty box
But feels like full of blocks.
It started when I was just a kid
It suffocates me that I can't breathe.
I believed to myself at first,
I ,later then, get out of thirst.
Saw a scattered matchbox,
I picked it up and started to unbox.
A piece of paper which was falling,
A rope hanged on the ceiling
Found a tank of water;
I suddenly felt better.
Trying to bring back this scar;
Trying to break this jar.
I picked up the piece;
There I have found myself in peace.
You realized that it seems legit;
But I did, entered the exit.
As soon as I have closed my eyes,
I already told my goodbyes.
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Her Poetry
PoetryA book full of poems. Its components filled in with different morals and lessons. It talks about LIFE and LOVE. Life is neither negative nor positive, just neutral. Same goes as with love; neither cold nor hot, just warm. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Words inside this...
