Wake up with dreams but I go to sleep with nightmares,
The only thing in this world that’s real are my fears.
I see the world quite different due to me being hurt,
It’s a cruel place to persons and has no real worth.
The thought of being alive it kills me every day,
I can no longer take this pain I must say.
Why was it me put into a place where I’m not wanted,
By the world’s laughter I’m being hunted.
They say that being strong helps one survive,
But what if I was weak all this time I was alive?
Will the world ever understand persons who think like me?
Will the world finally give us a chance to be happy?
I’m not believing this while I’m broken and falling apart,
Sometimes I wonder if this world even knows that humans have a heart.
But then again this could all be a thought that’s inside my head.
They say to be in this world you are alive but I consider myself dead.
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-KENZO
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Soulful Whispers
PoetryA small town boy from the Caribbean sharing what's in his expressive mind and broken heart ❤Highest rank #1 in Poetry for 3 weeks❤
