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Strands of Fate

(This is my first poem i've ever written and i'm not an english-speaker, tell what you think of it and give feedbacks if you want, it'll be helpful :))

Every heart has it's red thread

They're all born with soul's existence

Fate's the one who leads

One hem is curious and young

The other is alone and hurt.

It's strands try hard to not fall apart

Like heart's stitches already did

The poison flowed inside

Killing every feeling and hope in it

I'm that hem I fear.

So many scars, so many to heal

It hurts. Loneliness hurts.

It root deep inside your soul

Like drugs.

In first steps makes you feel good

The voices say it's peace

Then you start downing in it

You get deep under the ocean

The pressure. The air. I need help.

I'm touch-starved.

Love it's what I want.

Love. Love. Love.

I crave it. I desire it. I need it.

My thread it's rotting with my heart.

My body is slowly dying.

I'm just a breathing corpse

And I will be forgotten.

Like every single one in this endless void.