If you listen to the wind,
It could carry someone's cry.
You could be able to help someone,
Before they say goodbye.
You could save a life,
And save everyone much despair.
You could find someone,
Whom you could repair.
But no one listened for me.
I don't want anyone else to hurt.
Eternally alone,
My body will be in dirt.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoesíaThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
