I'm just a broken piece of nightmare,
Searching for the hope of morning
But the hope it's lost and
The morning never comes
I'm just an old soul
Who's trying to ignite
The darkness that broke his bones
I'm not a piece of paper
But sometimes I'm feeling
So fragile, so weak
That I want to just stop
Existing
I'm not going to die
Because I'm afraid of bleeding
I'm afraid of pain and the unknown
Such a nonsens
To be afraid of
All this things that
I created within myself
YOU ARE READING
Parts of myself
PoetryThis book it's just a gorgeous piece of depression, anxiety and darkness. All this thoughts collide deep down in my soul and explode in this fragments that I want to share with the world. Many of them are true feelings of mine, some of them are just...
