Who am I, they say I'd find my place.
When I don't even know me.
I told them it's too early, for them to quit trying,
If I'm so encouraging, why am I still crying?
Keep pushing through the night, there is always a light,
So why everyday, am I filled with fright?
I tell her she has a purpose, that I am right here,
So why is it that I go home and shed a deathly tear?
Just behind the curtain, just out of your reach,
There is the darkness that you will never breach.
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My Dark Friend-A Book Of Poems
PoetryJust some pathetic poems I've been writing for awhile.