I chase the stars, but they drift away,
With every dawn, they turn to gray.
The hope I held so tight before,
Slips through my hands, forevermore.
Once I believed the world was bright,
But now it fades beneath my sight.
Each step I take feels more unsure,
As dreams I held can’t be restored.
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Echoes from the Canopy
PoetryWanna Hear the Echoes from the Canopy? This is a poetry collection that reflects the emotional struggles of today's youth. Each poem touches on themes of mental health, offering glimpses of both despair and hope. With short, powerful verses, it aims...
