I can't stay
I have to run
To a place far away
So I don't succumb
To the demons in my head
Or the midnight thoughts
That consume me as I lay in bed
When I was younger I was taught
"Love yourself, don't hide who you are"
"Stand up and be a star"
But they cringe when they see my scars
They cringe when they see my soul
Broken, tired, and old
Black as coal
So here I go
Running so
My thoughts let me go
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoetryA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
