RECREATING THE DEATHA Poem by Mimisha
Lonely, worthless, not good enough
suicidal, tired, so much fed up stupid, ugly and hopelessly sad these feelings drive her insanely mad. Looking for the silver lining in the darkening sky had awakened her heart, a sadness that may not die and each word she said with a long sigh had blotted out her image and her cry. Never again opened her eyes gone forever, no goodbyes she won't be missed by anyone again
only another number in statistics she would remain... © 2017 Mimisha |
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1 Review Added on February 2, 2017 Last Updated on February 2, 2017 AuthorMimishaIndiaAboutI JUST DO what I want it's not about what people are saying IT'S ABOUT ME. more..Writing
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