You told me that writing about what I feel
Would help me, would make me feel better
You told me everyone feels sad sometimes
But I feel sad like...everCountless days of suffering with no one but me
I can't even remember the last time that I felt truly happy
I don't feel whole inside, how could anybody else see?
I can't remember of being happy at all, why is life so crappy?I am hole, a deep one
I don't have a role, any deep one
I don't see how can I get through
Does anybody else feel like this too?If you could feel like I do
You are doomed
I've had enough, I've did enough, I still do
What I feel can't be explained but here is resumedDevil looks at me like lions looking to their food
Will I ever get better?
Will I ever have a reason to change my mood?
Will every part of me ever get back together?Life is an ilusion to me
What can I see? What can I see?
It's so dark in here...
Someone turn on the lights cuz' I can't seeLife is an illusion I still believe in
Someone turn on the lights, would you do that for me?Believe me I didn't give up! I still strive!
But seems that is leading me to overdrive...
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Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)