The moon is in its highest peak
Though there are things that keeps going
The thoughts that I can't skip
It makes me hard to get some sleep
I succumbed to my thoughts
I drowned to my hopes
My mind's still pre-occupied
To the things I'm not implied
What, how and why
Where the questions starts
This things that made me tired
The feelings I hid in my heart
What's this thing that killing me?
How can I escape from my own mind?
Why am I in trouble with myself?
When did I start becoming this?
This things keeps on going
Playing in my mind like a broken disk
Flashing like a kaleidoscope memories
Slowly eating every bits of my sanity
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Unsaid Words
PoetryI shut it up and wrote it down These words that are hard to pronounce I count to three and keep it in me Until the words cut me badly I closed it up and threw it away The words I want to let out but couldn't say So I keep quiet and remained silent B...
