I built a wall to guard my heart,
From every tear that tears apart.
The trust I lost, the love I crave,
Has turned my spirit into a grave.
Each smile I wear, a mask of pride,
Hides every wound I try to bide.
But in this shell, I lose my spark,
A fragile soul lost in the dark.
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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...
