All the skies are turning grey.I can't tune the voices out,how'd they get so god damn loud?I let them control me.They made their home.They had nowhere to go.Tried so hard.But didn't get that far.My feelings are starting to fade,into the night of day.I took this broken bird.And made him whole.But I'm the one to blame.When all you did was play games.Funny how I'm the broken one,but nobody is here to save me.
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The Words Of A Poet
PoetryGroup of poems combined together...not much to it,other than you'll have to read it for yourself. **Will be edited all the time**
