Calming myself down,
But my mind still wants to be somewhere
else.
My soul is completely flown
And I can't describe how it smells.
I've always been broken
And alway felt lost.
Even if my happiness hadn't been stolen,
I would still remain worst.
Where am I going
In this world of emptiness?
Must it be so annoying
To reach my destined happiness?
Broken
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2020
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