The emotions inside me,
they are like a storm
The boat of my Life is
tossed by the raging waves
Thick black clouds of betrayal
The rain of miseries
The thunders of self hatred
Then the standards of perfection,
hitting me hard as furious winds.
Hidden is my terrified soul, at a corner.
Hoping for the demons to stop roaring.
For when the storm calms,
people say the sun shines
Some day I believe I'll see it with my eyes.
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Hope is what is still keeping you alive
Don't let it go
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The Chaos Of Breakdowns
PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
