ColdA Poem by Youcef Ihab Ziouchecold heart better lifebeing cold is not that bad it's actually better people won't know if you are sad or mad or even dead if they can know your feelings they will outpay you really bad the more you get old the more your sole is sold to a world controlled everytime you try to understand they put you on hold we are being ruled and fooled living a replay and we still have to pay we pay for everything we do or say by anyway money or in a bad way the world is delicate place that has a simple sway each time you try to understand you lose your way it's an illusion or a fusion between depression and hope coldness is a vunerbality losing it can lead to fatality it gives you the ability to invisible and a untouchable like a paper that's unwritable from people's pen and that's judgment you may not know what that meant but the message is sent they stalk you like the guy who own you rent your mistakes are a gift the more you drift they will come swift to laugh at you and make you go deeper in the rift you want to erase like using shift but the words won't go and they won't let go until you go this may sound ego but living for myself is the only thing that's real gold losing your temper infront of them is the key called 'enter' to a game called depression hunter where you are in the center and everyone in your life is getting energy from your losses then why risk that and act like care be as cold as a robot and i will never need a repair
© 2016 Youcef Ihab ZioucheAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorYoucef Ihab Ziouchedjelfa, djelfa, AlgeriaAbouti don't really know what i want to be or who i'm i don't know i'm doing what makes me happy or the community happy sometimes i like to write i know i suck but it's the only thing that i like more..Writing
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