They told me, "Hold on,
For another day, no more"
But how do I hold on when I'm not wanted anymore?
I tried to confide in someone
They through me away
I tried to start a hobby
But nothing made my day
I am like a hollow tree
Sometimes full, always empty
I might give others joy,
By becoming a home or a toy
But one day I'll fall
As a hollow tree does
And I won't hear them say, "Hold on"
As im turn into ash and dust
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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.
