My soul is dead
I hold a gun to my head
They don't care about me
I was to blind to even see
I thought they cared
But they attacked and I was scared
A dead soul that once was given birth
That roams no where seen on earth
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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
