By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)
I tried for way too long,
And yet, everything still seems wrong.
So many hands to help me up,
but myself pulling me down,
Feelings, thoughts, hate are the major parts in which I drown.
Turned into someone I don’t know anymore,
Regretting my existence; crying on the cold floor.
Gifted clean hands; stained with blades.
It’s the end, and there’s nowhere to go.
By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)
Your poem is a testament to the magic that can be found in the simple yet profound moments of life.
so emotionally.
Your poem is a symphony of emotions, and each stanza is a note that plays in perfect harmony.
Your poem weaves words into a tapestry of emotions, creating a vivid and heartfelt masterpiece.