I wasn't built to last
My seams are fraying
My life is seeping out
Onto the floor
I kept it together
But now
There is no hope
Someone take my hand
Show me the world the way anyone can
It's just that nobody will
Nobody wants to
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
