Category : Poems

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I want my life to end, 
I can't catch the sun through the storm. 
 I'm tired of lying and trying,
 I can't get up and smile at them back. 

 Rivers of blood flow down my cheek, 
My chest is empty like a road without paths.
  My heart is beating with its own beating.
  My eyes push my eyelashes, 
Every time I try to close them, 
They remain open.  

I'm made of shards,
 Pieces of me fall.  
The moon hides behind a tree.
My breath hides a hundred sighs
 And thousands of thoughts.