Many do not appreciate the dark. It's widely hated. The monsters that lurk, and the unknown that come across in a negative sort.
But without the night, how will the stars shine as bright as they do?
- Brit
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Are shadows different to rainbows?
Or are we all just colour blind?
Our swallows are louder than the echoes
Or am I just falling silently behind?I don't mean to dismiss you
I really do miss you
But times get hard
And time is an issue
I don't wanna grow up
But I wanna move on
And this life is too much
And it's just not enoughWhen will I be able to smile without forcing goodbye?
When will people know when I'm lying when I say I'm totally fine?
But I cry every day, every night, hoping that god'll heed my sacrifice
Cause these tears just roam and my demons stroll through the hall and I
I can't keep up with the liesAre visions just a dream?
Is a dream just a false reality?
They say, they say nothing's as it seems
But I believe, I believe, I swear on my heart, I believeI don't mean to be a mess
But I'm so desperate for affection
And I'll always be a stress
And a pain not to mention
I don't know if it's life
I don't know if it's me
I don't know if it's their prying eyes
Or if it's the ludicrous words they speakWhen will I be able to smile without forcing goodbye?
When will people know when I'm lying when I say I'm totally fine?
But I cry every day, every night, hoping that god'll heed my sacrifice
Cause these tears just roam and my demons stroll through the hall and I
I can't keep up with the liesI could be a quiet little girl
I could sit still and look pretty
But I'm a beautiful destruction
And I ruined the fake of a city
I don't mean to be lost
I don't mean to be like this
But whatever happens at all
I believe
I believe
IWhen will I be able to smile without forcing goodbye?
When will people know when I'm lying when I say I'm totally fine?
But I cry every day, every night, hoping someone'll heed my sacrifice
Cause these tears just roam and my demons stroll through the hall and I
I can't keep up with the liesI don't mean to dismiss you
I really do miss you
But times get hard
And time is an issue
I don't wanna grow up
But I wanna move on
And this life is too much
And it's just not home-
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Songs I Write
PoetryI just wanted to share them. - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 13 years old, England.