Not a poem but a cry for help,
In this world somewhere I am losing myself..
Truth and lies seem so familiar,
I cannot make clear.
To be loved by one is a bliss,
But what about their past.
The shadows which it cast...
I always wanted to be be in a fairy tale,
But It seems all the fairies died,
And I held on to the tale...
Just changing words now and then,
I don't think I can anymore escape..
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 5:13 AM UTC
Not a poem but a cry for help,
In this world somewhere I am losing myself..
Truth and lies seem so familiar,
I cannot make clear.
To be loved by one is a bliss,
But what about their past.
The shadows which it cast...
I always wanted to be be in a fairy tale,
But It seems all the fairies died,
And I held on to the tale...
Just changing words now and then,
I don't think I can anymore escape..
Sometimes I think I have lost it.. I am giving in to the chaos.. this is the only thing keeping me sane
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