He asks
Does it seem like every move you make, you feel like the world is going to crash completely down?
I tell him
Honey the world crashed years ago I am simply exsisiting in its hell trying to make light out of darkness.
The few that care are my northern stars
The rest are shooting stars
Beautiful for a moment, then out of my view forever
My family a constant meteor shower
Throwing blows left and right
Into my small galaxy
My mind an endless black hole
Sometimes I lose myself within it
How I wish upon the stars that I will be okay
Yet somehow I know I am still suffocating
On what once was a place I called home
YOU ARE READING
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PoesieThis is a book containing my poems that I have written. It starts back when I was three years old, up until now and each time I write something new I'll be adding it as a new chapter to the book. It takes you through my love, my passions, my thought...
