Poems made in my room #PrimoAwards 2018 #Obliawards2018

Breathe

The whole world is my enemy
Sometimes I don't feel that I'm a part of it
In every second of my life
I feel like anytime, I'll be stabbed by a knife

I don't know where to go
I just don't know my place
My score is always zero
In this game of ace

In this world full of anger
In this place full of stranger
In a world full of killers
Where pains were the healers

The only thing I feel is pain
A pain that makes me think insane
Physical pains that were hard to hide
And pains that hurts deep from inside

I don't know what to do
I can't remember where I wanted to go
All I know is I'm not yet dead
But I'm not sure if I was able to breathe

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