Tell me

Find it in yourself, to breathe and shout, scream and bleed, to break free. Though when all goes to doubt, bring yourself to see what it really means to be dead and gone.  All those sins and lies you hold  in your heart was  for nothing. all those who love and cherish you when you are in pain and suffering. Do you suffer? Do you scream at night? Do you wish for a better world? That one day someone will really love you? I do... 

This poem is about: 
Me

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