Its scary how I'm withering away
at such a fast pace
ain't got nothin to hold on to
Its scary how im letting myself lose
against my own will
I keep losing to myself everyday
Its like I like it how it feels
my life could fit in reels
It's like a vicious cycle
And I can't get over it
I keep recalling my words
But they don't sink in
When I try to lead on
I cut my own wings
I miss the wind
I miss my wings
I miss the feeling of being free
I miss the smiles
Which I would bring
I miss the feeling of being me
I want to feel how it felt to be me,
Again.
~S.K.V
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An insight to my soul
PoetryJust some of my poetries I wanted to publish. 'Cause the soul of my writing and my feelings is poetry. I'm sorry if you find some of them sad and hopeless but those are the times when I need to reach out to someone so I reach out to my pen. Don't wo...
