When the darkness takes its toll,
There are things we must brave,
When the darkness takes away, the ones we'de love to stay.
When death grips its hold, its hard to break away.
When the tears blur our eyes.
Making Joy die.
My friend committed Suicide, but in a mindful way.
But soon it will be different and the tears will stain my face.
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Behind the Silence
PoetrySome poems from my mind, mostly sad and depressing but I might add in some recovery poems soon! This is my first book on Wattpad although I started it about 4 years ago; on paper. All of these poems are my own; so please no copying.
