A cold, dark world,
Filled with cold, dark people,
Hatred fills the eyes of the jealous,
Happiness fills the eyes of those who have found themselves, and even then do they have some hatred within.
We are human, our emotions may be the death for some of us, the over thinkers, the lonesome ones, the ones who just haven't found a place in this world.
We all have a place, we all have a journey, whether we get up and follow it is all up to us.
Any thing is possible if you have enough nerve.
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Short Poetry
PoetryThese are just short little poems that I just randomly come up with. Some of them may be triggering so read if you want to. Its just a little something for me to do to free my mind. I hope you enjoy =^w^= (BTW I own all rights to these poem, and wou...
