A wonderful world, but not for me,
From my thoughts, I can't be set free.
Weighing and breaking me down,
In my thoughts, again, I drown.
Wide awake in the dark and alone,
In my thoughts that I call, "The danger zone"
The things they whisper break my heart,
They shatter it and tear it all apart.
I want to find an escape from my mind,
But an exit from myself, I cannot find.
I tend to think and overthink my thinking,
Which must be the cause of my endless sinking.
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Poems For The Sad Soul
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