My heart was soft, but life was cruel,
I learned too young, this world’s no school.
I trusted once, but trust was pain,
Now all that’s left is loss and strain.
I hide behind a guarded wall,
Afraid to let my heart stand tall.
But in this shell, I break apart,
A shattered soul, a shattered heart.
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Echoes from the Canopy
PuisiWanna 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...