Well it's not the next episode of our Dawn Misery Poetries. It's just sometimes people need to talk and it's a side story that probably exist.Turns out this has been published in 2022 before but I drafted it, and it might be drafted it again.
light will not always full with good spirits. it also carries some dusty sparkle to complete it. from dark become bright. from pathetic to lost. she wrote this to complete the lost path. and expected a little light to serene the gloomiest.
You know? The time when you run out of tears.Instead shedding lot of tears, the hormone secretes a lot of adrenaline and cortisols.I was an eater, but now it all just bitter.I was alive, for a moment.Never know someone would give me butterf
Its empty.Everything is empty.There’s nothing left more.Hopeless, fearless, lifeless, and only weakness.My path is empty, my eyes are blurry, cause of tears.Even, when its run out.This is something that never happened to me before.And it
This pain is still here.Taking their chances to make me disappear.And so, last message.Dear PainPlease sustain your plans to hurt me.Let me feel the emptiness.Let me be swept away by the waves of sadness.I’m hoping a diver comes for the