Poems from NIckyG
I wish for my soul to give up;
to let go of my hurting spirit,
but my subconcious will not allow me.
I do not comprehed why.
Why am I...
My noradrenaline intoxicates. My serotonin elevates. My dopamine does not equilibrate. Heart is pounding, pulse for a second is stopping....
I am hurting,
But I am loving.
I am stabbed,
So I am hating.
I am crying,
Yet I am working.
That is simply the way I am.
I am hurting,
But I am loving.
I am stabbed,
So I am hating.
I am crying,
Yet I am working.
That is simply the way I am.
I am hurting,
But I am loving.
I am stabbed,
So I am hating.
I am crying,
Yet I am working.
I am the way I am.