I trod the silent shores,
of vile thoughts and dark sorrows,
that gather round my memory...
Life feels like a tiresome chore,
with my world thrown into uproar,
while I try to hold on to sanity...
The future is a blurry haze,
the past burns in an incessant blaze,
I don't even know when is today...
Loneliness pounces on me like its prey,
the world I see is all shades of grey,
but I still keep saying,'I'm okay'...
---• » Aamen.
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