Take my rights, dare you so?
Think I won't fight? So blind, so bold
Nothing will stop my intervention
I fight for my ideals, there's no detention.
Worry, should I?
You can stop the body, not the mind.
Money is all you care for.
Not many want to see
What you do to us, to me.
We fall blind
We stay behind
Everything destroys
I can see you enjoy.
Don't dare you believe it will last
Because time moves on fast
And so do we, fighters.
The words are our power, our voice, were writers.
YOU ARE READING
My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
AlteleThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
