The battle never ceases
Until I am nothing but a pile of pieces
The war will continue on and on
Even though we will all be long gone
People around me drop dead
As I stand and watch, my body filling with dread
I look around for any sign of help
When I realize not even I can yelp
My voice does not come out
I cannot scream, I cannot shout
Standing there, looking at the ground
Mad at myself I can't make a sound
And now I know
That as much as I try, it will never let me go
The war's got its claws buried deep in my heart
And because of that, I will never part
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Poems Without A Purpose ✔️
PoezjaWhen there too many thoughts in my head, I write them out in anyway I want. So, this collection of poems used to be all about depression and sad stuff, but I realized there are many more emotions than that. If you're reading this or any of my poems...
