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
There is a grief above #me , a grave inside _me Where is the true _me ?! Inside the grave there is _me A huge hollow Lives inside _me Broken, maybe that's the real __me
Such a sadness cuts my heart Such a sorrow invaded my soul Such a tears pours like a rain Such a deep breath Such a grief devivded my soul Such a death in the heart Shaped into the world Such feelings blaze inside of me
From nowhere comes these thoughts of illusion , / suicide / and death I wonder who can save me Sadness lives inside me _No one can helps me This desire kills me
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 .