Some die
Some starve
Some cry
Most cut
And they will be missed
Some are alone
Some are lost in a crowd
Some yell out and moan
Most do not voice their troubles aloud
And they will be missed
#1 Poetry
#2 Random
Imagine being fifteen years old with your first crush, wanting your first kiss. Now imagine constantly having nightmares where you die. If those nightmares came to life, would you survive?