To feel abandoned is to be broken,
Like waves the break across the sand. Coming from the far away shore, only to come to an end.
I'm only here to die alone but witness me change. From a lone wolf in the night, to the overpower everything.
That's what I'd say if I wasn't alone. Left here in the night.
The harshest part of this life,
Is choosing when to die.
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Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
