Oh, baby of mine
My love my dear
So loving and kind
Do not fear
For when I am gone
And you're on your own
Do not grow fond
Of this broken soul
Of all the tales that I've told
Remember this one
Even when you grow old:
The girl smiled into the sun
The bright and beautiful orb
Feeling its calming warmth
It's heat she did absorb
She knelt and picked a flower
From the dry hard earth
It possessed such a lovely power
From such lifeless soil it's birth
If it could survive than so can I
No sorrow can bring me down
My spirits shall forever fly
With my feet firmly on the ground
I stand tall in pride for who I am
I believe in me
I know that you don't understand
But I'm just like that little seed
I'm a surviving force of inspiration
To myself and all others
This is my declaration
I now show my true colors
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Suicide
Poetry"Believe me it will get better." Thats what everybody seems to say. It's not true though. It never seems to get better. The pain just gets worse, and slowly we waste away. Someday we will die and all this pain will be over. A collection of depressin...
