No longer can I bare this pain,
I am so tired of being strong through these times of horrendous strain.
Why must I always be the one to stand tall?
I am the weakest one shouldn't I collapse and fall?
For I have no more restraint of myself and of my life,
Perhaps things will be better in my afterlife.
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Megan Rose's Poetry
PoetryThis is my 1st poetry book. I hope you all enjoy my poetic writings. -Poet_Megan_Rose