The silence over me again.
I really feel the pain.
Cliche. Again.
I want recover time in brain!
We wouldn't have a meet
Not in a life, not in a dream so sweet.
And I was living without hardest pain,
But now I want to put a rope on chain.
Without any "kind" explain.
I don't want be like that!
Where is my stupid head?!
There is a summer in the street,
And I would walk with my light feet...
I can't go out.
I don't want talk about.
I'm waiting him
Like devil in a box.
And I would like to have a bomb-box
To finish life.
I don't want stay alive.
The death silence
© Copyright: Полина Тарасова, 2015
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