My soul has become all dead,
Stoned heart and devil overhead;
Feeling numb with no emotion,
Suddenly, all my happiness shed.
Life is nothing but a bad dream,
Like pumpkin pie with no cream,
Everybody is so fake right now,
Things are not what they seem.
My life is on the verge to sublime,
My song no more has any rhyme;
I'm exhausted of all this tiring shit,
Not going to walk further in time.
In my heart is an incurable hole,
No one ever cared for this soul;
Colours have faded and it's dark,
Grave with my name is my goal.
I wish for a moment with a sigh,
When I can give up on trying high;
'Cause my life has no point left,
I request to everyone, let me die.
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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾。
Poetry"My Smile's Crumbling" is a poignant collection weaving threads of melancholy and fragility. Each poem delves into the weak architecture of the human spirit, exploring moments of fracture. Through verses that influence raw emotion, it navigates the...
