I was a kid who had dreams. Dreams of growing up to be rich and strong. Being able to prolong and support my family with ease. My mind was filled with candy colored worlds that represented a child's worth. I never dreamed of being happy because I already was. Now, I'm always fearing my life and crying myself to sleep. My pillow is covered with sobs of being broken because I don't know what I can and can't accomplish now. I wanna be with you again, holding you tightly. You reassured me that I had talent and would grow up to be what I wanted. Except you left again, leaving me with fear. All the dreams I had are broken, and I feel the need to disappear. I begged you to stay, so why go away? These dreams continue to crack, and I need to stay on the right path of light. I'm weak at the moment, but what are you compared to me? Weaker. I need some tape and or some glue. Putting back these dreams that are now a little bit blue with black. My dreams may be broken, but I'll try to stay strong myself.
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PoetryThis is just some short things I write about. Some may be about me, but some may not. I hope you don't get depressed while reading this. = Don't copy any of the stories that are presented in this book. Thank you.
