Seeing myself right through the mirror
Was the side of a furious horror
And I myself can't borrow
The time where I could let my soul feel sorrow.
Started to cut at the early age
I hope Ill just gone and fade
Why can't I control myself?
And what's the essence of garnering the highest position
Its going to be a gloomy transition
Because I'm too dumb leading without succession.Too young, too depressed
Too young to be stress
Losing happiness
Thorned and trapped in my own
Imaginary land of sadnessGrades - is the bases of my identity
They are just numbers but I'm afraid to lose it early.
I wish to return back the time
So that I could change my mindWhat's the point of living?
If those compliments I get from the other, is the one that just makes my life contented and satisfied
Without them, I am nothing.When will you be brave?
When will I be brave?
Like her.
When they keep stopping me from believing.
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Run [Wattys2018]
RandomA place where thorns becomes cherry blossoms. Its a compilation of thoughts about heartaches, anxiety, trivia's, quotes, reflections, sunrise and sunsets, madness Grief and sorrow, poems, and motivational stories.