The fire of their friendship found me when I felt all alone,
but it's strong flames seem to have died out now that we've all grown.
I burn all of the bridges connecting us to keep warm in this neverending blizzard,
just like an old rose,
I feel so withered.
I feel separate from my body as the flames grow taller,
I can feel the waves of hopelessness growing stronger,
they catch me as I fall down,
and they force me under, hugging me as I drown.
The fire of their friendship scoops me up out of the sea,
they refuse to let me flee.
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Random Poems
PoesíaJust some random poems I've written. (They're not really good, XD) Might be triggering to some readers. (Mentions of sexual abuse)
