Everything is wrong.
You.
Me.
This world that is our town.
My head.
Everything is screaming
And pointing
At me.
Telling me
To make things better.
When all I want
Is for things to fall apart.
-Grey
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Tales of a Drowning Soul
PoetryThese are poems that will be happy, sad, odd, and many other things. They might be long or they might be short. And most likely they will be free verse. Also, most of them are about feelings, thoughts, things I'm going through, etc. (Some mature...
