My arms are full of glass,my heart is to.
I wish to be someone, who isn't you.
I tried every word, and poem to.
To try to get my point across, the view above the blue.
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When I try to speak, no one hears.
And when I walk no one bares.
Even when I sit there, with my arms crossed and eyes full of tears.
Trying to ignore the thoughts and shakes surrounding my ears.
While everyone else does not seem to care.
(Reminder): Don't compare yourself to others
Love, your local poetic person.
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Broken poems
Poetry⚠️-Warning- ⚠️ This story contains information that talks about depression and other topics related to it. If you do not feel comfortable with reading about things like that please feel welcomed to exit. :)
