Dark Poetry (& random)

Holding on

Holding on

This isn't life

Just holding on

Waiting for change

Denying what's wrong.

My dreams are fragile

But my hope is strong

My faith's my worth

Is that why it's wrong?

Have my tears, my cries

Woven like a song

Take my happiness, my smile

It's always felt so wrong.

Show me why I live

Give me a reason to fight

Show me why I live

Make this suffering seem right

This isn't life

Just holding on

I can't wait for change

When it's me that's wrong.

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-Author notes-

None really this time. I wrote it about something certain to me, but left it vague in hopes that others could relate. Feel free to ask me to read yours, and thx for reading mine.