Sometimes,
You have to let the pieces float away,
And hope they fly back someday.
Sometimes,
You have to let the bad times come.
It's inevitable because you march to a different drum.
Sometimes,
You have to see the world through their eyes,
Because the harm they can cause, they don't realize.
Sometimes,
You have to step into the shadows,
And helplessly watch your heart get shattered.
Sometimes,
Karma's just a bitch,
But be thankful you aren't dead in a ditch.
Sometimes,
You want to die,
And you just don't want to try
Sometimes.
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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
