I stand here
You stand there
But when will you notice
The thought of violence
Depression is hard
And the hardest part
Would be being alone
All on your own
I wonder what I can do to help
I wonder if I can help you escape your hell
Am I allowed to help you grow
Or would you like to be on your own
YOU ARE READING
The Wonders Of Words
PoetryThese are poems that I've wrote randomly. You might interpret them differently than I do and I'm okay with that. Its just the wonders of words.
