Realization
These roses may pierce my skin and these thoughts may hurt my head as this cigarette may be killing my lungs slowly but these people that i call my friends keeping hurting me, killing me on the inside their voices in my head telling me i'm worthless that i'm worth losing that i should die and let everyone live without me in a peaceful world but i look back and realize that these voices in my head don't know what i can do to help this world
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My poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems I write they always have something that I've seen or have done or I feel hope you enjoy it
