What Have I done?
Where is the fun?
When did I lose it all?
Away they say.
Away I go.
What have I done?
I don't know.
The darkness is here..
I'm being consumed.
Better me then you.
I didn't fit in.
I wouldn't win.
So what have I done..?
I scarred.
I scared.
I let them bleed.
I left them hanging.
So now I pay my price.
Karma has finally found me.
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To Be Different
PoetryThis, Is a Book of my Very bad poetry, That's correct. I'm a poet. To Be Different Is To be A snow Flake. singular. Slowly Falling. different.. Unaware but Prepared.. Be Different, Be Unique. Be the Needle in the Haystack. or be the straw without s...
