Dedicated to PhxntomTrxsh
She's mah fren. She cool.
She helped me though my sad times.
(My deprsssssssssssssssssssssing thoughts)
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There uses to be happy stories on our lips.
Running around, playing with friends.
As we grew up the story because sad ones.
Wars and fights, cuts and bruises
No happy ending in sight
We told our sad stories with tears in our eyes,
We once feared we would never see the light.
Our nightmares because reality and out minds became prisons.
We were stuck
So listen to our sad stories and weep.
Let them hit your heart.
Let them make you feel.
We didn't have a choice but you do.
Let me tell you a sad, sad story.
YOU ARE READING
ØVERTHINKING
PoesiaØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
