he pulled at his hair,
kicking and screaming
for they gave him a scare.
he clawed at his arms
and yelled for them to go away.
but they screeched at him
putting him at bay.
the voices,
they were loud and scary.
but he lived with it,
every. single. day.
until he gave up,
because he wanted to lose the voices.
he said goodbye and jumped.
these were his choices.
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falling ashes
Poetrythey were falling ashes, specks of destruction that peacefully coated the earth. | old poetry | sorry about the horrible grammar lol i'll try to find some time to look through them and fix my mistakes
