Category : Poems

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I feel like I’m riding alone 
The pain still didn’t healed 
I don’t really want to complain 

I’m writing this poem to say how I feel 
I remain humble when the world rumbles 

All I ever do is doubt myself 
Why do I feel like I’m not good enough 

I’m trying to numb the pain 
The loves fake, the pains real
I’m  Praying for early death like it’s a blessing 

There’s no one to talk to 
I might grab the 9 and take the safety off
And let the bullet pierce right through my skull

Where do I go?
I dig for love bury my past but 
I end up at my grave