poetic heart - Tired

my body is on a place called hell
my mind is on a trip of success
only to fail
hearts ina place that i know i ll never tell
dare not speak a word
keep my silence
sound
asleep as the sun goes down
and let my dreams
deprieve me
of the energy
i
have left cause its been stolen
by the rules that were broken

poetic heart

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