If I compile my sadness, and just burn it all, maybe I would feel better.
Finally let go of all that luggage wearing me down.
Maybe I would feel better.
But the world is a dark, and terrible place, Where sadness is the only constant. And I'm afraid It won't take long, before I'm dragged down again by heartbreak, pain, my failures, and disgust for my self. So just leave me with my luggage, let me use it as a pillow to cry on.Hoping every night that tommorow I'll feel better.
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Shredded Thoughts/Poems
Поэзия-{Completed}- Some of my thoughts and poems. Flawed in all fairness, but deep, dark and emotionally driven..Feedbacks are welcome and appreciated.... Enjoy.... Thanks
