Tuesday, 14 October 2014



The Past is the moment of conflicts
It make you  feel so bad with the darkness
It make you cry and feel worthless
There always fears the world is a mind of hopeness
Feel depressed - The Anxiety- The Hurt - The Stress
You see no way out through this horrible mess
Your body is weakness
Your soul it torn
Your body is weak
what the hell is going on
there no worst feeling then the past
feel your memories is full of dark

Written By Reckyz Rose

Created By Reckyz Rose

Dated - 01/10/2014

SGR Poetry