Lost, lonely, feeling scared,
separate lives, nothing shared.
Hidden thoughts, silent hope,
no longer wait, no longer cope.
Caught in the middle, nothing to win,
unable to finish, too scared to begin.
Drifting sad, tearful eyes,
letting go, releasing ties.
Self-expression, selfishness,
no point caring more, no point caring less.
Deep into sleep,
sleep to escape.
Doing what’s needed,
the steps to take.
Dreams lost, left behind
fade beyond this
tired mind...
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Λϯσɳeɱeɳϯs σf a βleeɗiɳg Ϣrisϯ
Maybe I want the attention. Maybe I just love to spite. Or maybe I really just want to die…
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Amazing. The poem. I MEAN IT!