It’s not just a poem,
It’s a part of my soul,
a piece of my pain,
and a weight I’m willing to share.
A room that’s been locked,
And its key is nowhere to be found.
The more I run, the more anxious I get,
The more I hide, the more it hurts.
if I'd ever find the right door, then I'd go back searching for it's key
Jun 26, 2025
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2 min read
It’s not just a poem,
It’s a part of my soul,
a piece of my pain,
and a weight I’m willing to share.
A room that’s been locked,
And its key is nowhere to be found.
The more I run, the more anxious I get,
The more I hide, the more it hurts.