My sorrowed eyes are filled by tears,
My empty soul is filled by fears.
I'm not of them whose stand is solid,
I am of them who's always fooled.
I wanna be needed and I do need
Somebody who will rescue me.
My closed mouth is filled by words
But all i say is hapless sobs.
My head is weighed down by this thought:
'Why don't they all love me a lot?'
I can't calm down, I can't forget.
I'm always poor, disgusting, sad.
I hate myself and I would die
If I were bolder. But I try.
I'm tired of keeping all inside.
There are too many things to hide.
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22.03.2021 - 05.07.2021
The True Me
© Copyright: Шакер Мурадова, 2021
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