- S A D C O N T E N T A H E A D -
why does it feels so oppresive?
why does it feels so apathetic?
forlorn with my reflection of thoughts,
i'm tempted with things that dematerialize with time.
why is it so hard to see?
why is it so hard to believe?
that not one person's there when you utmost need them.
why does it feels so desolate?
why does it feels so nonexistent?
alone in my head,
i'm enclosed in a cage filled with deception of lies.
why is it so hard to hear?
why is it so hard to know?
that not one person's there when you are suffering alone.
why do i feel so useless?
why do i feel so inferior?
alone by myself,
i'm tempted to release
why is it so hard to speak,
why is it so hard to let them realize,
that i'm dying inside.
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Allured | BOOK 1
PoetryA L L U R E D - to be attracted; to desire. ❝Adore my heart upon your sleeve, Love the whispers that floats upon evening breeze. Listen to my words of melody, Unlock your senses, and interpret to memory. Richly, our blood flows a colour of dye, Ent...
