Everyone is gone,
All the promises to stay were wrong.
It's the dark before the dawn.
But who says we'll make it that long.
I can feel the soft light on my skin.
Moon and stars my only friends.
My head and thoughts all spin.
I show my soul and hate there,
Needing courage to show my dark.
The people on the streets stare.
A lonely boy under a single street lamp,
Walking dazed about in circles.
Short sleeves baring scars like stamps.
His eyes and heart grow cold, thin.
He hums a soft tune like no one's there.
He counts lines on his arms like sin.
He closes his eyes and falls,
Hitting the ground with a thud,
He begins to curl up and bawl.
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Specks in my eye
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry from over the years. I have used it to cope with many things throughout my life. I like being able to put words to how I feel. Please be aware this will touch on sensitive topics seeing as it is a coping mechanism f...
