I just want to share this untitled poem... please leave a comment you can also suggest for a title [b][quote]I used to cry for my wasted life to pick up every broken pieces of my chattered dreams that I left behind... I used to run out of time when it seems too late to turn things back and make it right I used repaint my dark skies blue till burdens get heavy and my hope is gone It's color is fading and turning black I used to lived in this world so dim to light my life with candles light till the winds blew it away and again my world is dark I used to write in my diary with this depressing poem about my life Its filled with words that reminds me of pain that pulls me down, back to the ground I used to lock myself in my room to turn my radio on and scream then sit at the corner and play with blades while no one knows I'm bleeding inside I used to mourn at my numb body full of scars and wounds left uncured while people in black come and go crying and blaming me, for what I did But now I'm tired and sick of this life I want to find the way out of this misery to lay my head in sleep tonight and take my rest in this tiring life[/quote] [/b]{

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