Warm, cold Sunday morning with noisy winds, this day seems a reflection of my life, almost like a climatic representation of what I am feeling; it has been a long time since this Sunday morning lives in me but today is much worse.
- I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost.
It is this phrase that passes through my mind every day, almost like a mantra that is repeated or haunted by the assorted thoughts that run in this house in search of victims. I swore that I would not give up life because everything was difficult. And it is worse than anyone can imagine, sad and with no future.
A look at the abyss and everything is lost.
Woah, these feelings of being bored, alone, sad, and lost aren't cool.
But giving up life is the worst.
So the best is to find something that's gonna take away those.
Besides it's a Sunday chilling out is an option.
Thanks for sharing this amazing poem.
The days look askance passing quickly, without stopping, they go fleeting as a sigh, taking our daily suffering and the oppression in the chest.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.
A very melancholic poem, it happened to me what you express in this writing, you have to find the necessary motivation to continue because leaving life is the worst, I hope you can be happy, thanks for sharing this with us =)
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