Tick tick boom

What I see is real, what I say is true, what I hear is gossip, what I feel is strong, what I see is remembered.

When people kill themselves on earth, they are  not weak, they are not useless and shameful for that. They are stopping themselves for hurting others, a brave sacrifice and they don't even know it. 

People here judge too much, how would they know, they are people like everyone else.

The flames that will rise will be my last kiss to the world that meant nothing. My book is a secret and this secret I will keep with me. A secrett thatt the world does not know of. Wasted times that dies out in flames.

I am not going to stop and turn my back. I am almost their, my challenge is over. One more step to take,  will leave as I am, nothing is important, I am safe where I am. This journey was for me , the journey I could take. I asked to go home now I am leaving very soon and this is why no one will understand that I had taken an imposssible path that could not be recognized. Only I know inside of me, this is time, repitition is annoying, I have to leave 2night.

Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick

BOOM!

This poem is about: 
Our world

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