New year,
Same fear
Wrapped in every secret tear.
You can change the number,
But I will still remember
Every ash-turned ember.
They say "we've made it this far,"
But they can't erase each scar
Or change what my demons are.
They say tonight will decide
My year, but I've only cried,
Wondering how we haven't yet died.
If this is the precedent,
I'd rather be absent
And escape how all this went.
One night can't change my head
Or take away what I've bled.
If this night sets the stage, I'll end up dead.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
