Staying in this cold, quite, and endless room of misery,
Where I only can find peace the moment I close my eyes and fell into deep sleep,
Laying down, blankly staring at the walls, feeling the tears that slowly crossing down,
And let it fall on my pillow…
Lucky tears, finally found its safe sanctuary,
Unlike me, still here, still in fear…
Doubting every seconds, minutes, hours, and days that passing by,
Wondering if that was still for me,
Or for those who are lucky enough and happy…
Calmness,
Like the deep ocean, that lies a deep mystery…
Can be like me, transparent in a way
But,
Clouded with intense shadow that still visible in the dark…
Wiping this tears now, and pretend again,
That, I’m okay…
Awesomest
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Beautifully penned!
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Thank you Natasha.
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Good one 🙂
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Thank you!
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Your shattered pieces make beautiful masterpieces! ❤
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Thanks💕
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You have a pillow to cry on. Something to be happy about!
Bright blessings to you
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Thank you for that.
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Nice one
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Thanks.
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Pretending to be okay, when one is not can sometimes get on the nerves. You have said that so beautifully in the poem.
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Thank you 💕
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wishing you the best – such lovely writing!
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Thank you so much.
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This is hurting and heart breaking. We all do pretend all is okay to the world the silent screams are killing inside.
I wish everything will fall
Into place for you. Keep holding on.
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I’m hoping for that as well, thank you.
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