The edge
Tears and rain drops
Stained clothes and muddy shoes
Hidden dreams and secret whispers.
Thrown across like flyaway knives.
Hitting their target,
Wounding the kids
Killing the young
Driving them mad.
All adventure lost
Their eyes losing their light
The get so close
oh , so close,
To the edge
Before the decide to jump
Or someone pulls them back.
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ØVERTHINKING
PoëzieØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
