people say I should be sad, they expect me to grovel and weep.
with all I've been through, I've done that before, and all that helped me was sleep.
instead, I cry for others,
the ones whose fathers have died.
the ones who can't escape violence,
the ones that have to hide.
the ones with hearts of ashes, so broken, unable to love.
the ones who suffer from hunger, with no home to be thought of.
the ones who think nobody cares,
the ones who starve themselves.
the ones who have to drown their pain, taking bottles off of shelves.
the ones who die before they've lived,
the ones who are cast out.
the ones who aren't allowed to love, and are always talked about.
i spend all this time mourning others who are here and gone so fast,
but what I'm really doing here is ignoring my own past.
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Poems n Stuff
Poetrythis is just an ongoing collection of some of the poems I've made everything in this book is original and belongs to me, please don't copy my work
