How to continue
I never know
Life picks at my body
Like a dark black crow
I'm scared of the outcome
So scared of the past
Doesn't matter where I start
I always come in last
I fall down
Beaten and bloody
Life picks me up
For some dark twisted study
Is surviving an option?
Why should I try
It's like they laugh at me
As I sit there and cry
I'm lost and afraid
Scared of the dark
It swallows me whole
Like a great white shark
I don't know what to do
But my battle goes on
My hope is shattered
I will never see dawn
How to continue
I think I know
I will be lost
And my pain shall grow
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoetryThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
