Cigarette on the table
Empty glasses on the couch.
Headaches from day today.
Nothing has changed
Every day is the same.
Some days I want to live and
Others I want to die.
How do I get back to that place?
The place where I am happy.
I've tried but I can't help that
I feel trapped in my own mind.
It's time.
The day I die will be the darkest
Night on earth.
I have tried to stay alive
But I feel dead inside.
You can't stop the action
That I speak.
No one knows who I am
Cause rumors are where I stand.
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Ocean Of Emotions
Poetrycollection of my poems. it may look like I am telling a story but it's all poem to me. Emotions poured out in words. I write to heal.
