segunda-feira, 14 de novembro de 2016

Poema 169

I'm not a good liar 
I'm bad at confrontations 
My life only gets harder 
I'm lost without salvation 
I've been broken in million pieces 
And as I still try to glue them together 
I have this monster controlling my feelings 
And everything always gets heavier 
I can't breath and my chest hurts 
Like I've been dying all the time 
And this thing only gets worst 
Because it feeds of my lonely crying 

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