the brightness of a beautiful world.. dimmed from horrid outcomes,
as night turns to day, all they do is pray.
I'm sick of leaving my wishes to a higher power and going on my merry way.
I'm sick of believing that people will stay,
I feel like a stray, a cat that ran away.
How should I hate this world and everything in it, if I once loved how unknown it all was?
The unknown in everything used to be a mystery but now,
my mind fills the silence with terrifying stories, the darkness with horrible nightmares.
The memories I've lost to my mind are endless, the truth in my thoughts are surrounding me.
I hate what has happened to me,
the brightness of a beautiful world.. dimmed from horrid outcomes.
the wonder in a child.. distorted from horrid people.
Past, Present, Future,
all we will ever do is fight, hate, love, and die.
why even try?
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Poems of a broken artist
PoesíaDifferent poems to work on helping myself and others. Mostly just to try something new. usually going to be sad but I like happy endings.
