And then I broke down and it's all the same.
I'm not sorry to say
all the messy words inside my head.
And you say I just have nothing but a broken mind,
that I tell lies all the time.
I cannot even find myself.
And all I asked was for help
cause I was living in a hell.
But you didn't care.
Because I have nothing but a broken mind.
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PoetryA recompilation of poems of a girl who has been travelled to a lot of places in her mind. From happiness to depression and depression to find happiness again. Dedicated to all those people who has been travelling into those places like me. © All...
