Do you hear the damage?
Can you see all the cracks
that are tearing me apart?
I feel so broken in all these wacks.
Where's the reality I dream of?
Where is the "truth" I want to
become a part of instead?
Nothing feels true.
Why can't I stand on my own?
Why can things change to the
way I wish they could be?
I'm so afraid, I'm a lone fella.
Could I ever escape this reality?
Could I actually do what I
have always wanted to if I still dreamed?
My fears are my reality, so I guess now all I can say is goodbye.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
