Weak...
I can't do this no more this constant struggle and fight
I just want it to be over I just want to see the light
I try to think positive I try to be clear
But at the end of the day the truth isn't so near
Why can't I be strong why can't I be brave
Instead of always feeling like my world is going to cave.
I stand outside myself watching the world go round
All the while feeling that I'm sinking further into the ground Someday soon someday I pray,
That this will no longer be how I spend everyday.
By: Jennifer Golden
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Dark Thoughts
PoesíaThese are all short poems I have wrote in the last couple of years. Dark thoughts from a truthful dark and maybe twisted scared mind.
