What do you see when you look in my soul?
Pitch black nothingness.
Sometimes I feel as though I am all alone,
Craving for someone to hold.
I try so hard to be happy,
But I often find it quite hard.
I feel weak and helpless.
Why can't I be like everyone else.
Black is the color I would see
If I died tomorrow.
Black is the color I would see
When I am swallowed by sorrow.
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Poetry Anthology
PoetryPoems written by me in my creative writng class. WARNING: Some of the pieces does refer to self harm/bullying/suicide/death.
