I don't need my heart anymore,
i don't need the pain she gives me.
Wish i could find the door,
which will take me away from me.
I don't need my self anymore.
I don't need the mess she gives me.
Me and her have lost the core
and how i wish i could just be.
Without emotions,thoughts and tears.
Without the dragon that have become my fears.
Being without self and heart,
would be a new kind of living art.
I don't need me anymore.
We have reached a dead end.
What to cry for,what to live for?
When you don't have yourself as a friend?
Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2020-09-15 at 07:40
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