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You can read all my poems here.
It keeps coming, I’m no longer weak, I’m dumb
I really want to say it out, but I can’t.
Why do I feel so cold and lonely?
This pain and thoughts are killing me slowly,
I really want to be happy but I’m scared.
Maybe I was born to be sad or
Happiness is not meant for my kind?
It’s time I find comfort in my pain.
I have tried mixing and living with others
But it doesn’t always workout,
Maybe I was born to be alone.
My heart is heavy and
My pillow wet with tears.
Maybe I was born to live this way,
I have to embrace it.
Written by Anthony Okolie
