Abandon me
live a life that's your own.
Bleeding Heart, Skinned Knee
this wolf will always be lone,
alone.
Didn't give up
my heart still tried.
Yet my dreams got crushed,
and I still cried,
alone.
Poet's Note
This is kinda true, isn't it? Well, it is for me, my dreams never came true, and those which did come true, they're normally called 'Nightmares'...
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Before The Light
PoesiaPain... I'm pretty sure no one likes to talk about that. Compared to those who have been abused or those who are facing racism, sexism or such, my pain is absolutely nothing. But it does hurt. Poetry is an outlet for my feelings. Paper does have mo...
