I know that you are sad
I know you are a bit desperate
I know you are dying a little,
With every breathe you take.
But can you just hold on a bit?
Stop that blade from reaching your skin?
Don't give a damn to those insecurities
Ignore 'em and show your best abilities.
Rise up those anxieties
Don't let 'em pull you down,
Fight your inner demons
And emerge with victory.
Your head should be adorned by a crown of flowers,
And not weighed down by those secrets you bear.
Open up a little bit
And find your sunshine among the crowd.
Lead yourself to the light,
'coz that's where you belong.
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Random Thoughts Of A Queer Mind
PoetryLife is a wonderful journey we get to experience only once... so it is our responsibility to make it worthwhile; for we can't decide when to take birth or when to die but we can decide how to lead a happy life. This book contains all those true even...
