Dark Poetry #6

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People never listen

it feels like I'm trapped

in a cold dark box

with nothing but darkness

nothing but air

nothing but loneliness

People say the yesterday is history

tomorrows a mystery

but today is a gift

that's why it's called present

but not for me

everyday is like being suffocated

with no escape

Life

what is it

lies

tears

darkness

Life is the same for everyone

it'd made up of lies

hurt

betrayal

darkness

and worst of all

loneliness

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