4 am thoughts,
Her mother fought.
Thought she's strong.
But inside she's hurting.She's wrong.
4 am thoughts,
Her mother saw her.
Hanging in the ceiling.
She burst into tears-crying and panting.
4 am thoughts,
Her mother all alone.
She's now gone,
And so her hope.
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Poems
Puisithe poems that are here are written by myself or my classmates(just want to share it) or a wattpad user....but dont worry i will not plagiarize any-I will give credits though..... (some poems are suicidal,romantic etc. and you can request if you wan...
