So I made it out alive,
With the scars to show and the memories that prove, I came out of the dark night...
But whose to say I'm better for it?
A new day, a new dawn...
Yet nothing has truly changed.
I've seen this before.
I've been in this mentality before.
And I know it's not a good place to be.
So why am I still here?
Maybe not everything has a meaning.
Maybe this was simply random.
Maybe...it doesn't matter.
Maybe it does.
But if I knew, please believe I would tell you.
If I knew the truth, you'd be the first to know.
I would holler it into the night.
And this pain would be worth it.
But maybe it's not.
Maybe it was hopeless from the start.
Maybe.
But that's just it.
I don't know.
And I don't know who does.
Unless...
Maybe.
Maybe I do.
But that was a long time ago.
Do I know anything anymore?
Anyone?
Maybe I know nothing.
Maybe I do...
Maybe it's a lie.
Maybe everything is.
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The Original Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry, all written by me. Some of its kind of sad, and kind of dark. But it's all based, however loosely, on real life. A note before you read: I'm glad you're taking the time to read my poetry :). But before you do, I'd like to m...
