There are many dark places
Where fear hides its faces
Darkness of mind
Is the worst kind
It whispers its lies
And a part of you dies
To hear that you're broken
Though it's never spoken
It consumes your thoughts
And a part of you rots
At the notion of being worthless
Of being helpless
You torture yourself every second
A part of you beckons
To the darkness that calls
Wishing for you to fall
Don't give in to the voice
Instead make your own choice
For you have the power
To resist every hour
Choose to live
and not to give
Your life to your fears
For our younger years
Are the most difficult to face.
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Poems :)
PoetryA multitude of poems that I've written. They don't have that much real structure, but I don't care.
