I’m not a person made of leaves but I am fulfilled with make believes You were giving me hints while leaving your fingerprints now I see it crystal clear that you’re really really gone and all the killing in our story has just been done
How many times my heart will be broken? How many painfully words can not be spoken? And I always die, In every single time, after a deeply last minute of sigh
Sometimes I regret for expressing emotions especially some moments that caused me so much explosions
Could you tell me what's the matter of living? While my bad health is just the beggining... So why do they use the "How are you?" question? After I fought against my inner depression Nobody even cared what was this war's result and this was my death through the higher of the youth
There are a few words that I wish I could speak but my nervoussisms makes me feel kinda weak I could make use of the nature to create another world analogy But why would mother nature have such an emphaty?
Not even god can conffort the sadness of my heart since through my ordinary do's and don'ts, I just fell apart When it comes to auto defense... I can not find the enough strenght But I don't want to know what's the colateral effect when the next thought is leading me to death
Please if you guys have any advice, a compliant or not one... to share w/ me about my writing... feel free to do it!
"For your heart's sake, avoid to drink of the love poison, you can not control the damage and its proportion" There was an angel's voice singing it loud in my ears and telling me a revenge way to scare all my fears
I walked through a journey profoundly made of scars while above my sky there were plenty of shining stars... Lights there reignited so bright, it even risks to get me blind As a fact, I never stepped on dopamine's trail since believing in true love, gave me a badly fail
While my consciousness told me "to be careful" as a reply I was falling in desire for every stranger with a clouded eye You were my windy rain, pouring of happiness with every gain But if I survived during all of my dreary life why wouldn't I cicatricize my coming lonely night?
Oh how you wish this war had never begun in consequence of that, you were not allowed to feel the sun in almost every start of page, you wrote down "Dear Kitty," and as a concern you asked Peter, if she was pretty
Now it feels like I am the new Anne Frank from new decade the difference is that depression is my enemy, it won't let me scape through moments of dark, you showed me how I could be more strong through moments of clarity, we both suffered because of bomb
Well, if the nature brings solance in all troubles as you said I hope fear, loneliness and unhappiness gets out of my head
Inspired by Anne Frank's Story and mixed with my usual life. She is an inspirational person for me... The fact that she had been in the Secret Annex for a few years makes me relate because I stayed inside my house without going out for a while. The difference between is that she wasn't allowed to and I have the right but for depression I resigned that.