And as i sit at the table,
Watching the sun from my window.
Seeing as the day turned into the night.
And waited for my problems to arise.
Bravely as I could,I stand
Here right in front of your eyes.
I swallow my pride,
Let my weakness shine.
Alongside of crying,I am crumbling down.
As a piece of paper,burning from the inside.
Words out of control.
My mood hitting the floor.
Falling asleep in my miserable state,
Questioning fate.
Woke up brand new the next day.
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PoetryA person with a pen in its hands can do more damage than anybody else. Everybody has something to help them cope with their problems. Mine is writing poems, if we could even call this poetry... Anyway enjoy.
