We all break
Its doesn't matter if your
Strong or weak
We all see the right door
But it isn't always
What it seems
One is full of maybes
The other is full of means.
We all become broken
In different ways
Maybe its cuts taken
Made by days
Some hide days before they awaken
Awaken from the smoke
Its heavy with the lies
They smother and choke
It breaks all our ties
We all break
One at a time
We break
We make
And then we break again.
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My Poems
PoetryThis is my poems that I write whenever I'm mad, sad, happy, or just feel the need to creat something. It was called "Arts" but I feel that that title didn't fit any more. I really hope you guys get a chance to read this and tell me what you think!
