In the dark she lived all alone .
Self doubt and hate was all shed known.
The days seem to slip away, like sand in an hour glass.
She was at war with herself. Another world war waiting to happen.
Loss after loss . she gotten beat worse than the last .
Came a stranger who brightened her darkness.
Though he loved his intentions werent intiment. After he discovered why she was so corrupted; he stayed.
He didnt fight, for he was guiding her through the darkness.
He was the light who gave her the gift of her presence;in her neverending lonesome.
He was the light through the darkness she though would never end .
By N.G
ESTÁS LEYENDO
between my lines
Poesíathis is what its like in my head. the late night thoughts, the mood swings,the everything. im a 17 year old with anxiety and overhightened raw emotions. get a small glimpse of what its like to be a teen in 2019 . most poems may be sad but others may...
