I wish I could explain
My feelings clearly
And I have to strain
From relapsing earlyI wish to stop
Yet, I don't
I wish I could crop
Things that make me feel aloneI wish I had a reason
But do I not?
I hate the summer season,
But are the reasons not enough?I wish I had someone to blame
But the blame is all mine
It's like adding flame,
To a fuel that's already burning so fineThe scars are fading
As I sit idle
There's this craving
But I have to resist and be a fighterMy voice always unheard
My words unread
The world is all blurred
While I look at the skin that I've carved.
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POEMS
PoetryJust a compilation of poems that I've written. They aren't that good tho.