I want to fly away.
I want to end my days,
Of pain and misery.
I wish that I could see,
That maybe it'll be okay,
And I wouldn't have to fly away.
But I can't keep my head high,
It always plummets to the ground.
I'm carelessly falling from the sky,
I crash but it makes no sound.
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Behind The Skull
PoetryThis is a poetry book with all the poetry I've ever written in it. I don't have a specific writing style. In fact, I don't even know what kind of poetry mine would be considered. Truth is, I just write what's on my mind and sometimes it rhymes. Hop...
