In the dead of night I dream of them
Holding dead roses by the stem
With hollow eyes they stare
In my ears their cries do blare
In my heart regret does flare
Because for them I was not there
I am so sorry I was not there
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While in that dark place
PoetryPoems written while in that dark place located in the back of every teenagers mind. Includes poems about getting out of that dark place.
