The darkness,
It is the best place for me,
It is the light,
of which no one shall see,
I will suffer,
The pain of the unknown,
for everyone will see,
the happiness wont show,
I will sit and suffer,
i shall crumble and cry,
but through it all,
i wont take my life,
I will let pain grow,
And darkness will fill,
Because after all,
pain is happiness that has fallen ill.
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My poems
PoetryLife is short. life is long. dont put yourself down for one thing youve done wrong you hate you love you are free like a soaring dove but that dove can stay or that dove can fly away live life with the one u love live life as a soaring dove
