Crying by myself
To myself
I lie
That there is truth
In these dreams
I try
To let go
And hit the ground
I die
The ground blue
With tears
I cry
Myself to sleep
At night
I wake
To find my lies
In a piece
I break
These promises
Held tight
I take
My one last breath
And chance
I ache
For you
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Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoetryLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
