Stuck in a world of hate,
trying to help others out.
Losing myself in the dust,
figuring everything out.
Life is not precious,
it is not kind.
Life is hell,
That's how it can be defined.
The colors in me,
have all drained out.
I've lost myself in the rainbow;
All I see is the dark, cold, rain.
Some day, there will be happiness.
That will make the pain,
heal on its own.
Someday, there will come a time,
I can smile instead of cry...
Until that day, hold on tight.
Pick your head up,
You can win this fight.
~ B.M.D ~
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Everything Is A Form Of Art
PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me
