I wish I found something to fix it,
something to make everything fit.
I'm empty handed no matter where I look,
I escape through a good long book.
But at the end of it I'm still me,
and I'm still not where I want to be.
Why would I want to be where my own heart betrays?
Why would I want to be where there are never happy rays,
no one to save me from the depths of my mind,
and no one left that is kind?
I wish I had a knight in shining armor coming to my rescue,
but all I have is you.
My broken, beaten, crumpled heart.
Stabbed, smashed, and torn apart.
Left by everyone,
wanted by none.
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Random Poem Stories
PoetryThis book is a bunch of random poems I made out of boredom. Some make a story, but some are just poems... I also sometimes will make poems for people, about people... so yeah.