So im the kinda guy thats been lost.
So many times away ive been tossed.
Thats why I go by the name lost stars.
I got so many bruises, cuts l, and scars.
The time gos by like tick-tick-tock.
Being lost got no key staring at a lock.
Being lost for so long insides developed a monster.
Good or bad all its doing is getting stronger.
Maybe if its bad i should kill myself.
Hopefully itd be veiwed as cleaning off a dusty shelf.
When i look in the mirror, what I see...
Sadly i see what could only be me.
The scars on me will never heal.
Becuase hurt and pain is all i feel.
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Poetry
PoetryPoetry with various ideas and different backrounds. Please leave comments on anything I can improve on. Also let me know that you want, more poems and if they're good. Thank you fellow readers. And fellow writers- Rtue writers don't find creativity...
