this loneliness is killing me
slowly I'm dieing inside
a musical musician
who was forced to hide
I am like a guitar
the strings are my friends
all strings got cut off though
so I am lonely in the end
The music was my happiness
but without strings I can no longer play
I am useless now
meant to be thrown away
Now I sit in the closet
Untouched by anyone
tuneless with no muse
my purpose is done
-SomethingDark
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Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.
