I am this poet in disguise
Wishing to shine in darkest night
A tragic writer who is in bleed
A drop of blood and sweat is the only bid
Introverted as what they called
Will be nothing when get old
Writing every piece of the broken past
To fix the future that run so fast
My life is such a hidden book
To write the forbidden dream I wanted to took
For they don't understand the true self of mine
I'm the poet in disguise for this whole time
Loneliness and sadness take its part
That slowly tearing my heart apart
And writing is the only way to stop--
The bleed they caused me up
To be a writer in the future
A successful suicidal writer
In which pen is my knife
I'll write until I win my life
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Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
PoetryA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida
