I've looked high and I've looked low,
My faith seems to run out, just like my dough
This world seems cruel and unjust
The people around are full of rust
I don't know what's become of me
I only feel my defeat
My mind might seem steep,
Not able to get enough sleep
"Don't complain" they said, don't dare to make a peep
Rust the people are
Trust I don't have in them
I don't know what's become of me
Defeated I am, as it ought to be
Yet I feel free
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Broken Heart, Broken Dreams || Poems
PoesíaPoems I've come up with out of the blue. They all capture random things but also bear with me as this is my first time writing poetry. -I've never wrote poems before like I said so I hope they're good if you can even call them poems <3-
