Before my monsters ate me up, I was a fighter
Until I saw that life was full of shit;
Life seemed to always be entangled in a lot of mess
Leaving wounds and scars that could never heal or close
So as reality hit me, fear and inferiority started to drown me
Had it not been for the people I love,
I would've just let it take my life away
Til now, I'm still trying to get out of this and I hope I won't get tired of this...
(Real message is in the capitalized first letters)
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Language of the Heart
PoetryThey say that poetry is how the heart talks and communicates with people. So I wrote my own collection of poems... which are written straight from my heart. ~A collection of poems written from experiences especially hidden feelings that the author n...
