The hardest thing to do is to
Fight for what's meant to be fought for
Feeling something is wrong
When nothing is wrong
Constantly in need of reassurance
When the answers can't be found
Breaking down in silence
Never letting others see your pain
it's gonna be okay the words say
That have been written on the walls
And windows with black paint
Need not to wait for the time to
Explode and drift away
Holding pieces of sanity
While standing in cold rain
Seeing time as a vanity
As all the scars shines perfectly
Seemingly to be at peace with the hardest thing.
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Poems Of A Lost Mind
PoetryThese are my poems instead of a story, I hope you all enjoy it.
