HELP ME WITH THE TITLEA Poem by thoughtsofforgottenWe become so good at building facades we slowly die behind fake smiles and polite lies. Wealth and happiness doesn't necessarily go together.
in tidy rooms
and organized heads grow wild thoughts of tragic deaths from steep cliffs and concrete tops fall happy people with golden clocks on worn ways and busy boulevards walk dead people with business cards
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Added on July 17, 2015 Last Updated on July 17, 2015 Tags: death, depression, unpersonal, city, suicide Author
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