Outside I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying
Time is slow
Life's not fair
It's getting harder and harder
To find the words
To stop this madness.
Throughout the day it's tough
Every step every move
It's like a bomb
Waiting to explode
It's getting harder and harder
To stop the voice in my head
It's calling again
Is there a way to stop this madness?
Maybe you find a way
To help me through
This battle inside
There's nothing left to hide.
It's getting harder and harder
To sleep at night & having the tought
What is my reason for life?
Just help me to get this madness
From my mind
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Hey guys! This will be a book filled with my poems. English is not my first language so please tell me if there are any grammatical errors.
You're welcome to share your thoughts or opinions.
ShadowGirl
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PoetryA person with a pen in its hands can do more damage than anybody else. Everybody has something to help them cope with their problems. Mine is writing poems, if we could even call this poetry... Anyway enjoy.
