Sweatshirts and salty tears
Accumulate over the years.
As I drown my fears
In bottles of beer.
The sweatshirts I stole
From those whom my soul
Thought could hold
My heart full of holes.
The tears i have found
Won't let me sleep sound
For in them I will drown.
Until I am found
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Poetry
PoetryJust poems I write during school when I'm bored. Some are bad, especially the first few, but the rest aren't half bad. They're probably really dark but there should be one or two happy ones.
