Nothing about me seems right
I look to my friends
To find myself
In my life I feel lonely
Knowing and hoping for something impossible
Or is it me choosing to be stubborn and willing to fall in the depths of death
I am my own soul
No one can help me
They won't understand what I'm going through
They just know I'm still alive
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Poems
PoetryI read and write poems, I write poems to get all the thoughts and ideas out. More realistically PAIN, but other than that I feel like people can relate to such words as mine.
