Do I not try?
Do I scream
Runaway?I think
I'm self-destructive
Keeping my space
From you.Everything said
Don't go
Rough roads aheadIs it bad that I might
Want to try to drive down itIt will hurt to take that turn
But it hurts reroutingDo I push the gas?
No
I push myself away.Inspiration: Boy from history
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Never Ending
PoetryThis is a collection of old poems from old times made from past love in a past life with same old problems. *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe th...