"Every day is a long day"
With everyone floating in every which way
Some may leave you
Some may come back
Sometimes the sky just stops
and stays black
These days make you tired
These days make you sore
Life will make you think you want death even more
You will sit and mope and cry and bleed
You never have everything you need
Just angry, and sad, and the need to grieve
But the sun comes out on cloudy days
Bits of warmth in a shining rays
The fog lifts a bit, a little less haze
It's not all gone, but it's not here to stay
You may not believe in angels
Or belive anything
But if good times aren't around
Cry out one little thing
It may not be much but someone's there
Usually waiting, someone cares
They're not always the ones you think they are
Pick up what's broken, to tend to the scars
But they're the ones that are there
So try to take what you get
They're the one's that care
All days are rough
And even with help
Sometimes all you can manage to do
Is cry
So
That's it
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Poems In Paragraphs
PoetryJust a bunch of really long poems. If you can even consider them poems, a lot of it is just me writing stuff and it gets a bit philosophical. You may be able to relate to some.
