I've written about it a million times,
But you still haven't got my cries.
I'm slowly dying, but no one cares,
I don't bare my soul, cause no one bares.
Problems are heavy, I feel it, I'm done!
I will not ask for help anyway,
I'll survive, and you are the one,
That I will be bagging to stay!
Warmth from memories isn't enough,
Now you're tough.
I don't know what to think or to do
To bring back you,
That I love and I miss,
That I want to kiss,
That brings a smile to my face,
That I don't need to chase...
It is a dead end,
I did what I could.
It's hard to pretend
That I'm fine, but I would.
28.10.2025
Dead end
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