* unedited poem*
it makes me sad,
when I think of all that I will lose.
I don't want to leave this moment,
I don't want to grow up,
this endless cycle will stop,
I can't.
this dreads washes over me,
of how everything will change,
do you think about it too?
when we're forced to become adults,
when they throw responsibilities
upon us.
I don't think I can take it,
please don't let them [sob]
don't let them rob us of our youth,
let me make more memories,
please.
I can't grow up,
I refuse to.
yet everyone else continues,
do they not care?
this cold feeling of dread is
crawling into my soul.
I can't
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Poetrylate night thoughts and evening hopes, bottled emotions that I'm too afraid to show. compilation of poetry. [lowercase intended]
