The pain will last
For years on end
Why continue?
With no strength to lend
We speak of hope
We speak of joy
Where is mine?
Is it all a ploy?
My happiness
It's fleeting
My heart
Keeps on beating
I'm a prisoner
With no bars
I'm locked inside
I see no stars
My skin is my cell
Emotions, my chain
Despair, my companion
In sun and in rain
My vision is spotted
My intentions are flawed
But just to be happy?
To not feel outlawed
The pain is still with me
It will never end
So for now to myself
I must say, "Rend"
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoesiaThis 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.
