There are things I see
That you couldn't imagine.
I envy happy people because
They never imagine these things.
And if you're sad,
You know that image.
It is stopping your smile
As you see yourself dying in a car crash.
It is the sudden choking on words
Because you're afraid to say the wrong thing.
Even after all this time,
I am still envying the happy people.
I will never be one
Ever again.
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The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
