A/N Found this poem I had written God knows when. Don't know what I was thinking while writing it but I hope you enjoy.
Help me!
Is there nobody to save me from my despair?
Misunderstood, alone I walk,
Friends but just another familiar face as I slowly die inside.
Look past my stereotype,
Shatter my defenses,
As long as you promise to be my new shield.
Hold my fragile heart with both hands,
And never let go,
As I will never release yours.
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Whispers In The Night
PoetryWhat is light, To the night? To words on a page, Under the moon's watchful gaze? 12 o'clock, The Beginning and the End. 12:01am, Sleep has come, To undo the day's suffering, To welcome tomorrow's, In the hope that one day things will be different. ...
