He was as bright as a star,
But full of pride and rage.
His story couldn't go too far,
So it ended on the first page.
Even though he was full of bright light,
His life was a never ending run.
Soon his life became a fight,
No longer existed fun.
His complicated life,
Was no good.
It was like standing on a sharp knife,
He wanted to end his life, but he was not sure if he should.
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Poem a day
PoetryWritting was never her favourite thing to do but soon came loneliness and took over, she was away from everything. Nothing went the way she planed, she was tired of life. A pen and a paper became her best friends. She began to write,write poems on h...
