Be yourself and show others you're strong
Explore the world and do things that are so morally wrong
Change is something i tend to lose track of
Awful depression creeps in the cracks of my poor demolished heart
Remembering the days when we felt so close and near
Eyes are pretty but yours were my fear
Fire fills the air and everyone tells me to watch out
Useless is how i feel as if i'm a voice that can't shout
Live the disgrace while you slowly die, because you need to be careful when you cry
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Acrostic Poetry
PoetryA book of poems written over time. They all have some sort of meaning.
