I used to be like you happy and filled with life
Until my mom turned around and slashed me with a knife
Maybe the scars burning inside my soul can bring me peace
Like a house breaking down but still given a lease
Sometimes I hope I die from things I cant complete
Most days I sit until my mind slowly hits delete
I wait in the rain longer than anyone else
Then look down to see that it melts
My life is lost in a day like today
Then I loom around is disarray.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
