i try to hide,
but i only cried,
every tear,
they would grow near,
my only hideaway,
is today,
because i have hope,
everyday i start to cope,
but he tore it away,
now my whole world is grey,
so hold on for another day,
and don't let it fray,
don't give up,
don't drink all your life away with that cup,
what is your hideaway?
because mine will leave you insane.
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Don't You Get It? ✅
Poetrywhen i tried to avoid the fact i wanted to die, by writing anti-suicide poems. now this book sort of became a person, it grew a mind, a soul, and a heart. so, in turn, it kept listening to my petty problems. (lowercase intended) Highest Ranking: #18...
