Young me thought adults don't cry
Now stopping my tears is all I try
Each night I dream for things to better
But when the sun comes, I list more problems in my letter
Sorrow has homed my heart
I fight the agony of my life and hurt
I look at myself and my eyes rain
In my chest there's thunder and pain
Happiness seems to be out of reach
To everyone joy is all I preach
In the corner sleepless I lay
I chant in my head that I want to pray
For if this world isn't for me fine
All I want is the next one to be mine
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MIDNIGHT MIND
Poetrywriting words that the heart utters The thoughts the minds ponders The verses the mouth is too ashamed to mutter
