The pain we have felt
can not seem to melt
like the joyus times we shared.
As like every cloud covers the sunshine,
The light always seems to fade.
Like delicate petals on a windswept flower
we stand strong
but for only so long
before falling away
like tears of pain dripping from our
Eyelids...
The cuts that surround me
Mean more then pain,
its a silent plea for help.
Unlike so many
the doctors try to help me
but forever without success.
Deep inside
were no one can see
My body is still all mine,
But outside its changed
and made to be the same
as everyone else around me.
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Final DownFall
PoetryA collection of poetry that means something. The loss of myself or someone close, Heart break and the mysteries of love.
