I am the slave in a little body
Which only takes a full of pain
I want to fly like blackbird, mommy
But momma tells That i should stay
My dear soul wants go outside
And what i have to say her, Dad
My lovely drugs are not supplied
And lonelines still my real best friend
My heart is broken
Ship has gone
I wait when this shit will be over
I want the end of fucking life
Because i feel that world has fallen.
I want to end
© Copyright: Александр Харченкоо, 2018
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Hi, Alex! I've heard your crying in the poem. Do you think, that you may change your outer world by changing your inner world? Try to. Turn, for e.x. your being into a game, because our life is the Theater...
Андрей Боровков 21.09.2018 21:46 • Заявить о нарушении
Андрей Боровков 21.09.2018 21:46 • Заявить о нарушении
Thanks for your feedback. My heart was crying, when I wrote this. But I’ll try to continue this game. And I think my world understanding will changing.
So, thank you one more time for your review. Good luck.
Александр Харченкоо 23.09.2018 00:58 Заявить о нарушении
So, thank you one more time for your review. Good luck.
Александр Харченкоо 23.09.2018 00:58 Заявить о нарушении