funny how no one hears our cries
it's almost as if they're silent
or maybe they're simply lies
our inner torment
always made to seem unreasonable
so are feelings are horribly kept
we spiral down into our cyclone
so deep and dark
we're all alone
this abyss is my home
and it can be yours too
unless you make your cries known
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Poésiea collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult...
