When the night turns darker,
and nothing seems to get better.
When I feel like I'm all alone,
in this huge world unknown.
I wish I had a shoulder too,
to cry on and let my feelings through.
But I can never let the lid open,
of the bottle full of feelings that left me broken.
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If Words Could Portray
PoetryJust a collection of poems I write when it gets too hard to bear.