In the night I lay
Under the covers I stay
Woken from the dreams I wept
Wishing they won't be kept
For he is to young to cry
And so was I
For he is my brother
Cause we come from the same mother
I am the model
My tears I bottle
In which I betray
He is the impressionable clay
~Raysome
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Random *Depressing* Poetry and Stories
De Todo**** WARNING **** -Swearing -Depressing thoughts -Self harm -Anxiety If you are triggered by these things don't read. Read at your own risk. ~Raysome
