staring at the sky, pink-bluethat just cried its eyes out, dark-maroonemptiness from the inside, don’t know what to doclose my eyes or hide inside my room
i cry in veilas the man cut my wingsthe defeat led to my feethis actions, his wordsstill haunts my existenceshould i stay or die?
About- This poem is about a certain kind of loneliness and depression that even when you are looking at pink-blue sky, all you can do is pray for death and question your existence. This poem is about the aftermath when you have lost your dream.
I can relate to this feeling 😭😭😭😭
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