lately I've realized that my broken days and nights were to become unknown to the wider world of love so much stories from above,the sun that use to shine upon my face my early days taking a walk along the country side taking life with a smile waving at their goodbyes slowly "dieing inside" but if the nights rain could reduce pain I wouldn't cry so much,that one rush of the wind have me floating paper thin,looking back at what was suppose to be happy moments turned to reck because person's misunderstood my steps,taking my anger out on my regrets,I feel so weak walking along this broken street feeling hungry in my sleep but my soul it doesn't eat,too much pain within to feast I'd rather sit around looking like a beast,in my head is a whole community my own little building blocks of memories my past and present are my only residents seeking revenge on my strength but I won't stop until I find a new way for myself, they have been holding me down but like a king I'll wear their crown spending the rest of my days without a sound retaking steps until my feets hit the ground...
©kamoy13
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