as the golden half moon searches for its spot in the sky i lay in the grass. watching the stares begging them to give me one reset. i want a new start, a new broken start one that will be broken just enough for me to care about. i close my eyes and before i get a second of peace, the tears gently rush down my cheek. i used to love this world, it was gentle towards me, i always felt safe. now i just hope tiredly that the next disaster wont be worse than the last. i dont know how long i can survive these diasters. my heart breaks everday, over and over again i trust the moon. but it always seems to disappoint me and my heart. the sky has cut me so deep inside me, blades cant even reach it.
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poems for my identity
Poetryshort poems that help express what i feel when i cant figure it out.
