Who the fuck cares,
Nobody ever tries,
For we live in a world,
Where everyone dies,
No one to shelter,
While shedding broken cries,
Our only solutions,
Are to give ourselves highs,
To sheild away our pain,
From a life that derives,
Pleading silently to a god,
Youre not shure that survives,
You fight away reality,
Shoot it down before it arrives,
As you live a broken life,
That everyone denies.
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Journal Of The Fallen
PoetryThis is a journal of poetry I've written over the years
