They pretend I'm not there,
My 'friends' do not care,
I need someone to help me,
For I cannot see,
What life has in store,
So it's just not worth it anymore,
I want to leave,
And never come back,
To go to the light,
And pass through the glowing door,
Where I would grow beautiful wings,
And soar above the clouds in the skies,
Where I belong,
Where I am home.
This was kind of written when I was 13, in grade 8. I felt really depressed then, bit I'm better now! I can finally tell the world how I feel. Mostly. ;)
~Love, Fefe
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Poetry
PoetryThis book can't even be described. It's just a book of the poetry that I've randomly written. Sometimes they're really short, long or moderate. Enjoy! ~Love, Fids
