Poem
My dark ages
Came young
I was looking for a place to fit in
To be like them
But it was tough
Seeing others a certain way
Made me feel like it's OK
To act like them
I made some friends
Some left
And some still here to this day
I was ashamed
Telling myself I'm only doing this for attention
That I don't go home with problems like them like I say I do
Like my life is perfect.
Well one day, that all changed
I started feeling bad
My emotions had a switch, which hit to sad
Grieving for who I once had
All of this was leading
To something undefeating
All of me is pleading
Trying to stop the bleeding
Working for life, then cheating
Dying with something uncompleteing
With hells keeper, teary meeting
Just stop this word beating!
But you can't.
Our world is as delicate as a plant
Once crushed, like an ant
Put here for a reason
A mission, for treason
A relievable season
Cold air breeze in
And escaping the world she's in.
