The darkness is attached to me,
like my shadow.
I wish it'd be like Peter Pan's,
And runaway.
It causes so much pain and sorrow.
Enough pain I don't want to see tomorrow.
I hope it runs off to Neverland.
Never to be seen again.
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Written From The Heart; Processed by The Mind
ПоэзияPoems are meant to pull you in and tug at your heart strings. The poems inside may make you feel understood, loved, or completely alone. Before you read these know wholeheartedly that you are not alone. Everyone feels down from time to time. But th...
