Too late for this darkened soul,
To pull,
Itself out of the abyss.
There won’t be anything to miss,
Nothing left behind,
And nothing noticeable missing from the world.
It’s too late for this darkened soul,
It’s too late to be saved.
There’s no one to grab my hand and pull,
So I must live in the rut of an abyss.
I’m stuck in the darkened abyss.
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Poetry From My Fragile Mind (Poetry book one)
PoetryI started writing these poems when I was 13 years old. The ones about love I did not write because I had a love I had lost I wrote them because I knew I would feel like that in the future. When I wrote these poems I had never loved anyone before. Th...
