The sun will be the moon tonight
And the night shall be the day.
She just wanted to play- that's right,
But They won't go away.
They haunt her everywhere,
The lives of days past
But as humans tend to know,
Those types of things don't usually last.
They hound her incessantly,
Their voices, crying, shout
The cruelties of the world,
So hurtful they pour out.
Even though she's wretched,
They will not leave her be.
For I am she,
And They are me.
Oh, these voices inside my head
Will be the death of me.
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My Truths
PoetryThese are some of life's truths for me. This book mainly consists of poems I wrote, so please give credit if you use them. I hope to journey through life with my readers and start a mutual relationship that helps everyone find the healing that they...
