27/F Writing enables me to pour my feelings outside. It is the best way for me to feel better, and to pour my pain in a piece of paper. 23 followers / 2.5k words
The endless dream comes to the end Gloomy mess invades my world Spoiled by the sin of living Demanding me for the leaving To the hellish palace where it is living .
I cannot reach the truth it all a world of delusion I can't find myself handle the truth I am only living in the world of the proof lost and lonely that's the ugly truth