16 de abril de 2013

Dead Mind



I was sad
And dead
I was lost inside
My own head

My mind is full
I even can think
I'm tired and angry
And now I can't see

I'm the wrong one
I hate everyone
I'm the wrong one
I can't be with someone




This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
T.S Eliot


I was a dead rose with a lot of thorn around me

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